A day of outrage X-Clan

December 26, 2008

A day of outrage X-Clan
Outrage
[Brother J]
Blood to the concrete, tears to soil
And here’s another word to make the other man foil
War, raised on your planet to a caveboy oppressor
Great one sends the aggressors
Thought we weren’t comin but it seems you made an error
Wrench in the mill work, systematic terror has arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game’s over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I’m the epitome
My black folks travel hard with claws of steel
Hearts kneel to the raw that speaks the deal
Vanglorious, voice of the many
Voice of the many of the man wanna get me
It’s not safari, so don’t make a move
Protection is the reason it’s a different groove
Sun up to sun down yo check the time
Mystic magic is more than a rhyme
I bring a little taste of the unearthed bass
Problem with the truth? Then bring it to my face
I’m outraged as I write the page
A sun forged sword mince a wimp twelve gauge
any day my son, I don’t like guns
I don’t like roses that I step on for fun
in the first place, 3rd Bass? I’m at home
Waitin for the pitch so I can chrome your dome
A Brother grand slam cuts a vine like butter
Pick up my monkey and back to the mother
On to the road to pimp the unpimpable
The untouchable, doin the impossible
Kill the world of the age it flees
Ignorance swoops at the vulture’s knee
It’s time to make a step, it’s time to make a move
Time for the nation, it’s time for the groove

[Professor X]
No justice, no peace!
The definition; you DICK, with a nightSTICK
Here’s a Nat Turner LICK
Freedom, or death! Yusef, to the crossroad
I’m there!

[Brother J]
Walkin through the streets with a great war cry
Had enough and not another one dies
Nine to the rescue, run the path
Down to the mortals, and lead the wrath
(?) what we talk is with the squealing of pigs
“Them niggaz don’t have permits and them takin the bridge”
What can you do, what can you say?
Life in the zero, the game we play
Fist up to get down, always ready to step
And if they hit me with that stick yo man I’ll break your beck
I’ll walk with the lions, stalk with the elephant
Pivot like gorilla, pigs become irrelevant
And you persist with legalities
I resist and rebel cause I’m reality
And while I’m boomin this, I’m not a Humanist
I’m just a pro-black nigga and I’m doin this
And don’t you try to prove, that you can make a move
Because I’m outraged devil, it’s a different groove
And if you come again, this shit’ll never end
And we will fight through time through the very end
You get my point son? You get my point dad?
I’m goin back to your caves and I’m quite bad
I do a war dance, and cause a avalanche
And do the great pimp strut cause I’m a black man!

[Professor X]
You see?! We’ve been here before
The background then; the pyramids
The background now? The Statue of Liberty
Listen; the mission, Blackwatch!
The destination – the crossroad
And all pigs, step off! SISSSSSSYYYY!

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A.D.A.M X-Clan

December 26, 2008

A.D.A.M X-Clan
[Professor X]
Come diddy-dum!
Welcome to this archaeological find!
At the road, witness me
Before the coming of the Sun;
peeking at you from the Eastern side of Plutonia
Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
Ten hun-zu, see you in from the Zero, take ’em to the three
Stand firm at the five; here’s a star and a shield to support you
at the nine!

[Brother J]
It’s like A – D – A – M
Prepare your mind, run tell your children
Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
Now see from the Father, how funky can you get?
Now my activity is cosmi-tivity
Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality
I’m not measured by tradition, or any type of ‘ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
Try to post a front but they know it ain’t cool, yeah
Boy, my mind goes back to things, just like the cosmic battle
When sword was my rattle
Shield was my bib, and sarcophagi my crib
Not measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for God
Illogical god, I was created and formed
Verbal shogun, yes, the cosmic storm
Who? Scrolls to lyrics to bust
I roll ’em up with the papyrus, funk sealed, in God we trust
I laid it down from circumference to dry space
And now I’m back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
Energized by another plane
By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
They can’t beat me, so they try to eat me!
They can’t keep me, so they try to freak me
Positive sin, again and again, degrees in a spin
Verbs all your silly mortal g-g-grin
Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters
Take control of your body like the farmer’s daughter
And as you beg for control, what’s the reason? What’s the reason?
Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic
Teh-hun-zu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it
Six-foot black boot god in the suit of the warrior
So now I’m taller ‘n ‘ya,check’n me out
A – D – A – M
Prepare your mind, run, tell your children
Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
When it’s time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed…
Dar’Cause I existed in the valley of the Father
I got whooped by my mate
‘Cause the fruit had a taste
Of the curse that served as a marker
Now here we go, to deal, with all the little “-isms”
To define me in simple “-ologies,” Hell no!
On with the flow, here we go, sickamo’
Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
Niggas didn’t catch it anyway
They pat me on the back, talkin’ ’bout “Yeah, J”
Well yeah, right
East I flow, East I go
Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
What do you see? How does it be?
Is it circumference, or what’s up, G?
It’s like that on the break, with a verbal milkshake
And a godly vainglorious break

[Professor X]
You shall be moved, logical one!
After a clear pouncing with energy from the Sun
At my beckoning – you and your landmark built
Without the Zero pride
Shall stumble, crumble my weight of meight
[???] pretender – your time has come!

[Brother J]
I once walked the Heavens with Gabriel
Walked through the desert with Israel
Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael
I’m crucified, resurrected – now ask how I feel
A – D that I AM, that I AM
From Father flesh to Father Solomon
From the pinky to the thumb ‘pon my hand
Bring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam
But yet I’m judged, leather prophet and all that
Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat
And yet they ask me, “Brother, what’s the time?”
It’s a African drum with some space-age rhymes, man
Yo not at all, I say it’s sexual, infectual, delectable
I’m not a masturbating intellectual
And couldn’t read it from a book because that bores you all
So come to Umoja, Kujichagulia
Ujima, Ujamaa, and purpose stands for “Nia”
Kuumba, Imani, daughter named [?]Simani[?]
Came to the planet, Father [?]Afer[?] left his body
So leave the boy in the coffin within
Raise your head, let’s the A to the D to the A to the M
This is the message from the Cosmic Storm
With the doubters and the judges, disbelievers be warned!

[Professor X]
With a shield of David on the grill
And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink
Bring on your G’s, your Q’s, your R’s and your Alphas
It is done – Shalom! And ya don’t stop – Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!
k sun will get darker

Inne teksty piosenek X-Clan


Fire X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Fire X-Clan
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the… [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]

[Somebody’s calling my name….]

[Brother J]
Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on!

[Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my
brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Professor X]
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
The one you fear, be scared you can’t figger
The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom!
In the cut of zoom
In the darkness, the halo, the moon!
Stepping ta’ ya’ real soon
Ah! Check the blackness!
Me before those enter the lightness!
Masturbating!
Masquerading!
And you call your self righteous?
Follow me!
A peripheral, missionary, and ark commit-ness
Having intercourse with the nation of darkness!
Books with worms!
Jherri suited with last names like perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don’t get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, whatcha’ say? Brother J, whatcha’ say?

[Brother J]
Yeah!
I’m just a pro-Black nigga, and I’m doing this
And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this
In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp
No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps
The ever-nappy crew setting the mood
I raise my fuel for my firm attitude
Walking through the streets with my war cry spear
Certain folks know it means doom when they hear
My firm, black boots with no spurs attached
Now let me take a second, cause I might detach
My black boots if you confuse
I lose my peoples in the words you choose
For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?
Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?
And yet you wanna’ be down, clown
So many wanna’ be down, with the illogical ark
Steppin’ through your cave-boy crew
Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do!
Media weapons!
News at 11!
Paper at 6 or systematic tricks
And that’s why I do what I do
Say how I feel so you get it on the real
True, true, any rapper will subdue
Try to test some buddy business
And submit my whole crew
The front page, says outrage
There’s no gauge, cause it’s time for the MAC!
Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It’s like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But on a level to the East I go
Cause with Freedom or Death, there’s no choice, you know?
Still on the topic of the P-R-O
When I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O

[Professor X]
Over and under as I progress to this
Got no time to be hanging out with humanists
Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist
Serve we nationally comes the diss
Humanity keep it with us we break edicts
Milwaukee, the brutality, how can you dismiss?
So, off to the road we go you know
Follow the pro-nigga flow
Off to the road you know we go
Follow the pro-nigga flow
For you and yours, legislation
Past-purpose agitation
By way of the old ??? emancipation
Zoom, zoom, zoom revelation
Cometh pro-Black dedication
The solution: revolution
Evolution
The conclusion: the trigger!
Please, a let me take a swigger
And if you don’t get any bigger
Yes, I’m that kind of nigga!

[J] Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] Come on! To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother,
to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Brother J]
Yeah!
Revolution, evolution, the solution
No amendments, and burn the Constitution
You take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ers
Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas
Know why? Cause I’m that nigga that they can’t stand
That teach an African how to say, “Black man!”
And I’m that nigga they can plainly see
With the nationalist colors of the red, black, green
Yeah! I’m the one who cut Tarzan’s vine
Ran his ass out the jungle with his homeboy swine
One of those brothers that they just can’t find
That makes ’em shake and make ’em shiver when it comes nighttime
Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap
The old systematic dues
All Irish do Japs. Yeah!
You hear me? Boy, you’d better make way!
Enough action and totally nothing to say
And here’s a message to the Rainbow crew
And their fearless leader, Captain Human:
Revolution is not humanism!
Individualism and not separatism!
Hey! Point blank, living-ism is a tank
Cause there’s just some things that I never forget:
I remember green suits on a Black mayor;
I remember nine-millimeter child slayers;
I remember all the times that you called me an animal
But in Milwaukee there’s a cannibal
Check it! Some of the things that you just don’t figure
Cause it gets a lot Blacker and a whole lot bigger
No matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!

[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I’m not talking baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we’d be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya’ don’t stop!


Earth bound X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Earth bound X-Clan
Funk upon a time
In the days of vanglorious
The tri-dimensional houses of energy
released the original powers
to the translators of the interplanetary funk code
Funkin religion, funkin lesson
Key bearers, funkin to the East
Earth bound

[Professor X]
Mmmm
We are messengers, of Ra
Whispering the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious! This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY! SISSSSSY!

“It was nearly eleven, when I started to return.
The night was unexpectedly dark.
To me, walking out of the lighted passage of my cousin’s house
it seemed indeed black.”

[Brother J]
What is.. we are..
Dum-diddy-dum to the God’s new drum
Devils run, here comes the sun
Brothers travel for ages
Scroll and stake from planet to planet
I take a ride on the cosmos
The utmost toast of my raft
Now mortals want a dose of the voice of key
with the bass of the great war chant
So now it’s on to the garden at a million vibes a second
The pyramid tries to beckon
The sands of time, survive the flood
The bricks of blood, the house of the heart
on the tri-dimensional level
On to balance with the feather
Funkin lesson vibes to earth, from Ra on to Jeb
My verse it bled, bring chaos to order
The abyss to the earth to the waters
Vanglorious sound on the rain comin down
Verbalizer with scroll, Earth bound

[Professor X]
I am, the blood of the pharoahes
The spear bearers, the elephant riders
The everlasting conquerors
I AM, the original power of blackness
The strength exampled, in our people as a whole
I am the voice of unearthly soil
Earth bound, by will of the Creator

[Brother J]
From amongst the stars, in a universe plane
Great void, the funk code plane
Going back to the ending, the beginning
Degrees ever spinning, in a world of divisibles
Black is black and before that original
Great pyramids served as tomb, but power;
child in the womb
I awaken to raise the flag, ahh, from the zero
War, zoom, devils, doomed
Eternal souls, living as those who are chose
To live for the nose
My boots bear soil, in respect of the elders toils
Bearskin rug, walk in flames, vultures swoop on the boiled
I free my mind and my spirit follows
I bring words of the wise
Coming to the earth on the likes of rafts
coming from the moon to the Nile, Earth bound

[Professor X]
In the land beneath, I come knowing the earth bends over
Wrapped it’s legs around darkness
And black waters both glide (?)

[Brother J]
Let’s take a trip through space, without no suit
I’m an Afronaut, I’m the original traveller, and unraveller
of all mysteries, I touched the world like a child plays tag
Speak the code then depart upon raft
Over moon with the chants of zoom, who are you?
You wonder, forever
Never never, a million years, key bearer
The cosmic storm, illogical coming of chaos
Again, earth dweller comprehend
Religion on wax
The facts of the living, the phoenix flies
Wings scrape the sky
and surveys the eys of two, zoom
On to the temple, zoom
Mortals fears, brothers tears, war is declared, zoom
Disrupting the devils convention
Paved in hell are the gravest intentions
but in my home devils burn, think about it
Til a Brother returns, to Zod

[Professor X]
I have come like a priest in (?) skin
Having crossed the Nile by boat
Having come through the gap in the mountain
Having walked like (?), restless
Like a rabbit from the depth of his hutch
Blinking at light, I have come
The mission, the Nile
The destination, the crossroads
And then.. (zoom, zoom, zoom)


Fire & earth X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Fire & earth X-Clan
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the… [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]

[Somebody’s calling my name….]

[Brother J]
Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on!

[Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my
brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Professor X]
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
The one you fear, be scared you can’t figger
The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom!
In the cut of zoom
In the darkness, the halo, the moon!
Stepping ta’ ya’ real soon
Ah! Check the blackness!
Me before those enter the lightness!
Masturbating!
Masquerading!
And you call your self righteous?
Follow me!
A peripheral, missionary, and ark commit-ness
Having intercourse with the nation of darkness!
Books with worms!
Jherri suited with last names like perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don’t get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I’m that kind of nigga
Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, Brother J, whatcha’ say?
Brother J, whatcha’ say? Brother J, whatcha’ say?

[Brother J]
Yeah!
I’m just a pro-Black nigga, and I’m doing this
And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this
In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp
No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps
The ever-nappy crew setting the mood
I raise my fuel for my firm attitude
Walking through the streets with my war cry spear
Certain folks know it means doom when they hear
My firm, black boots with no spurs attached
Now let me take a second, cause I might detach
My black boots if you confuse
I lose my peoples in the words you choose
For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?
Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?
And yet you wanna’ be down, clown
So many wanna’ be down, with the illogical ark
Steppin’ through your cave-boy crew
Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do!
Media weapons!
News at 11!
Paper at 6 or systematic tricks
And that’s why I do what I do
Say how I feel so you get it on the real
True, true, any rapper will subdue
Try to test some buddy business
And submit my whole crew
The front page, says outrage
There’s no gauge, cause it’s time for the MAC!
Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It’s like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But on a level to the East I go
Cause with Freedom or Death, there’s no choice, you know?
Still on the topic of the P-R-O
When I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O
[Professor X]
Over and under as I progress to this
Got no time to be hanging out with humanists
Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist
Serve we nationally comes the diss
Humanity keep it with us we break edicts
Milwaukee, the brutality, how can you dismiss?
So, off to the road we go you know
Follow the pro-nigga flow
Off to the road you know we go
Follow the pro-nigga flow
For you and yours, legislation
Past-purpose agitation
By way of the old ??? emancipation
Zoom, zoom, zoom revelation
Cometh pro-Black dedication
The solution: revolution
Evolution
The conclusion: the trigger!
Please, a let me take a swigger
And if you don’t get any bigger
Yes, I’m that kind of nigga!

[J] Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] Come on! To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
[J] To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
[X] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother,
to the East, my brother, to the East!

[Brother J]
Yeah!
Revolution, evolution, the solution
No amendments, and burn the Constitution
You take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ers
Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas
Know why? Cause I’m that nigga that they can’t stand
That teach an African how to say, “Black man!”
And I’m that nigga they can plainly see
With the nationalist colors of the red, black, green
Yeah! I’m the one who cut Tarzan’s vine
Ran his ass out the jungle with his homeboy swine
One of those brothers that they just can’t find
That makes ’em shake and make ’em shiver when it comes nighttime
Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap
The old systematic dues
All Irish do Japs. Yeah!
You hear me? Boy, you’d better make way!
Enough action and totally nothing to say
And here’s a message to the Rainbow crew
And their fearless leader, Captain Human:
Revolution is not humanism!
Individualism and not separatism!
Hey! Point blank, living-ism is a tank
Cause there’s just some things that I never forget:
I remember green suits on a Black mayor;
I remember nine-millimeter child slayers;
I remember all the times that you called me an animal
But in Milwaukee there’s a cannibal
Check it! Some of the things that you just don’t figure
Cause it gets a lot Blacker and a whole lot bigger
No matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!

[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I’m not talking baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we’d be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya’ don’t stop!


Raise the flag X-Clan

December 26, 2008

Raise the flag X-Clan
[ Brother J ]
Descending from the tribes of Africa
Inspired by the great black leaders

[ Professor X ]
Vanglorious
This is protected
By the Red, the Black and the Green
With a key
Zoom

(Dynamic
Articulate
Perceptive
Courageous
Outspoken)

[ VERSE 1: Brother J ]
One man is not a nation, Brother builds a Clan
Certer than the circle creates the better man
The colors, the brothers, the key, the motherland
This causes to assemble this blackman
Red, Black and Green are the colors of the flag on the rise
Cause a nation should be guised
Another flowing, as I comfort sons and daughters
Knowledge leads the way, so I flow like Nile’s waters
African-American rebel of authority
Majority, while I’m so-called minority
Sometimes they ask me, “Why are you the rebel?
Is that the way you choose, attain the bass and treble?”
Yup – “Brother, don’t get deep,” that’s what they tellin me
Just like a sell-out, while society
Gets stronger and stronger, my race gets weaker and weaker
Maybe I can make a difference through a mic and a speaker
So my lyrics flow different than a hip-hop be bop
Mic controller who turns out to be the flop
My wisdom God-given, excercised ‘pon a rhythm
Power postive and strictly Bible, that’s how I’m livin
Fortress we establish high, so none attack it
Back to the ways of our mathmatic blackness
They can’t solve it, it’s somethin they can’t catch
Took respect off our lives, so now I’m snatchin it back
Power flows in the nation, there is life in the key
Let us all bind together in the Red, the Black, the Green

[ VERSE 2: Brother J ]
One vanglorious way, through the heart, unified
And that should be the guide
For the younger nation, so they can build the tribes
After and beyond keep the colors alive
A message through lyrics and beats composed
Bring composure outstanding direct to those
Who understand what was taken, xeroxed and stripped naked
Today’s pig shall be tomorrow’s bacon
Education brings false words, what do they teach?
Everything that I learned I had to self-reach
What do you know of a race that’s dyin hourly?
The smartest men in the world, they in a bowery
Or either trapped or brain-washed on a come-up
Kicked to the butt, wake up, are you some kind of nut?
Are you blind, can’t you see what’s never seen?
We need some unity within the colors of the (Red, Black and Green)

[ VERSE 3: Brother J ]
Garvey-like brotherhood flows with the vibe
And with the key, the flag is kept alive
The sense of power, native to a different land
Originality, fact that I understand
A black fist, black power and a black man
X Clan take a stand with the other hand
Usin this as a gimmick, yo man, I’ll catch you
Fetch you, kick my foot and then direct you
In the right path, succotash
Don’t ask me ’bout the aftermath
You do what? Don’t make me laugh
Dummy, I am protected by forces beyond you
Think before you step before the rebel, silly mortal, you
Wearin Mother’s tags, and you don’t know what they mean
All you are concerned with is greedy man’s green
Sportin your medaillons, cause they matchin with your outfit
Your posse’s wearin it, man, that’s so illegit
Without definition you represent the fraudulent
Blessed with blackness, but now you’re just doggin it
Tooth for tooth, and a man for man
Ignorance take a pause and we’ll all understand
Independence is one thing when unity is stronger
No one to realize the pressure last longer
I’m just one man who fears for the worst
Cause if we don’t take a stand someone will step first
And then…

[ Professor X ]
No justice, no peace
Father Moses, Osiris, Oisis
Patrice Lumumba
Malcolm X
Marcus Garvey
Sonny Carson
The Blackwatch
Sissy!