• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Vile Ritual - Zyklon
• Zycloned - Zyklon
• Worm World - Zyklon
• Skinned & Endangered - Zyklon
• Terrordrome - Zyklon
• Storm Detonation - Zyklon
• In Hindsight - Zyklon
• Disintegrate - Zyklon
• Subtle Manipulation - Zyklon
• The Prophetic Method - Zyklon
• No Name Above The Names - Zyklon
• An Eclectic Manner - Zyklon
• Core Solution - Zyklon
• Deduced to Overkill - Zyklon
• Chaos Deathcult - Zyklon
• Wrenched - Zyklon
• Ways Of The World - Zyklon
• Underdog - Zyklon
• Transcendental War- Battle Between Gods - Zyklon
• Subversive Faith - Zyklon
• Two Thousand Years - Zyklon
• Hammer Revelation - Zyklon
• Electric Current - Zyklon
• Specimen Eruption - Zyklon
• Psyklon Aeon - Zyklon
• Vulture - Zyklon
• Cold Grave - Zyklon
• In The Ways Of The Scales - X-clan
• Fire - X-clan
• Grand Verbalizer - X-clan
• Adam - X-clan
• Verbal Milk - X-clan
• Tribal Jam - X-clan
• Raise The Flag - X-clan
• Funkin' Lesson - X-clan
• Earth Bound - X-clan
• Verbs Of Power - X-clan
• Grand Verbalizer What Time Is It - X-clan
• Fire & Earth - X-clan
• X-clan - X-clan
• Inner Riot - Skyline
• Ladies - Skyline
• Ninja - Skyline
• Kick The Gig - Skyline
• Throw The First Stone - Cyclone
• Slavery - Cyclone
• So Be It - Cyclone
• I Am The Plague - Cyclone
• The Other Side - Cyclone
• Paralysed - Cyclone

Recite the unspoken
A manifest of the Great Self
A solid faith in what you can accomplish
A supreme vision of capability
An arcane text
Describing an outrageous test
Too bold the modern ones would say
You can always pray
A vile ritual bleeding
Like a spear of hate
Almost like the predator's feeding
Consolidating every man's fate
Oh venerable ancestors
Please grant me with my pagan fest
I'm equal to my human contester
May it be a fight for all the best
Would the few of us ever accept
A moral that is slightly trite?
A sun that never sets is still being bright
Small pieces of heathen soil can make any man's blood boil
A violation of anything supreme has come into regularity in any scene
Never condone the residue of human scald
Boiling in water that is still cold
A modern day heresy it would be in fact

Stereogothic void - predestination of being.
Psychothronic schizoid - conditioning the future.
Past without content - life without meaning
The New World Inc. executes standardization
in a futuristic framework of sterility.
Why is everything so constant?
Why doesn`t things change?
You`ll never be alone again.
Patterns of dominant contraception displaying.
The New World Inc. deciding your mental agenda.
Creations of a disillusioned mind.
Never forsake the Providence;
the mind-altered herald.
Deathlike silence - cyber scenario turns the ego.
Inbred conveyer - psychedelic vultures disrupting the social order.
Segregation, still no reason to inhale the dirt.
No sivilization without stability,
no individual equilibrium without emotional equality.
Stereogothic void - predestination of being.
Psychothronic schizoid - conditioning the future.
It`s nightfall and world-wide disinfection.
It`s a Z-kloned syndrome revealing spirituality as something absent.

Planetary sickness, the state of the world.
Time, Death, God;
inbreed overkill altered through decayed moral causing global infection.
Compulsion of matter,
the remaining part of dreariness and obsolete dejection.
Man breeds ignorance and fatality.
Empty eyes and a soul forsaken, an intellect like zero,
reasons for pandemic genocide.
Human trash, wasted flesh, is that what you wanna be?
Practise what you preach.
In despite of development from chaos humanity has degenerated
in relation to the primordial state.
Misconception and misinterpretation of values,
surrounds you like a mental drape.
You stink - that`s how you are.
You reek - that`s what you`re at.
You are mentally dead - that`s what you`ve become.
You are matter without content - that`s what you`re all about.
And you thought you were the highlight of the ladder of evolution?
No matter if you do your best,

Pictures in motion
Full-on enslavement
A world of corrosion
No real fundament
Swallow everything
Ask now man
Digest and consume
A liar in costume
Shocking and gross
Real annihilation
Sorry for your loss
Cheap rotten animation
Portray the living
I fool no one
Only fucking observe
Just don't bow down
Skinning culture alive
Living on a lie
Endangered, still breathing

What can be heard of the sentiment of soilent green?.
The B-29 Bomber, Enola Gay; a personified Grim Reaper,
leaving behind a mushroom-cloud and heavy ground haze,
a manmade eclipse,creating a constant defunct totality.
Hell on earth, who`s to blame for erasing an entire society?
The crushing shockwave, man`s plutonium implosion,
wounding the surface like a dying prey.
Black carbonised concrete, distorted metals,
appearing like deformed burned skeletons.
Boiling exhalation, melted glass,
twisted scrap iron as grotesque deadlike trees,
portraying man`s ability to annihilate himself.
Everything has become nothing in just a moment of time.
What remains is a sight that no man has ever seen.
A graveyard with not a tombstone standing.
An inconceivable testimony of human ill-will.

Manifestation of the Storm Detonation.
Abandonment, renunciation, nuclear abrasion.
Maximum reality, ultimate reality.
What do you long for, Doomsday or Alienation?
The first and the last of global warnings,
as in withered ill-willed spirit.
Psychic dweller,
fearing the lies that surround you like a mental grip.
Aborticide as altruistic moral.
Backflashes from a past that once was,
memories from another day.
A depleted human race.
An echo that reflects and consolidates the super-humaneous will.
Will to Power,
Call to Power.
Utopian abattoir, a derisive reality.
Clouds, embracing the highland of earth,
as shadows from another time,
predicting the depredations of Terra Mater.
Tell the tale of a grand magnificent new world.
Tell the tale of a thousand years.
Tell the tale of the Storm Detonation,
manifested in every fatalistic soul,

De-evolution for thousands of years
Consolidates all my fears
Ignoring the real issue
Stop bothering about pity human scar tissue
Diminish our earthly waste
Finished in haste
Earth turned into a cold-blooded corporation
What about the future generations?
In hindsight we should be brave enough
To surrender and realise
That the consequences will be tough
And at the end our demise
What is it with our digital existence?
Why do we cling with such persistence?
Exploring alternative ways of living
A greater gift our world we are fiving
We see in hindsight
That the future is not bright
Let the green militia reign

Conflict to the final end
Consider if you should function as a fraction or drown in the attempt of making an action
Straight to hell and back, being in the midst of a crowd
No wonder violence are back in rack
Better stand still or shout it out loud:
Disintegrate the different, it gives meaning in order
Cut off the radical, close any border
Fuck the controversial could ideology ever be shorter?
Ever wondered how to reflect as an independent?
So, when did individualism become the crime?
An instruction should follow consequent
Hell, I am gonna make it all a fucking rhyme
So for now, close eyes and become the participated
Play the pity game
Disintegrate the different, it gives meaning in order
Cut off the radical, close any border

Subtle manipulation, it all comes down to accommodation
Integrity of belief, integrity of behaviour
You reckon they are your saviour?
A generation of no return, howling, it becomes eternity
In a brief history of time
Does it at any rate indicate your maturity?
Disown the disorder; what about your past?
Negate and agitate; did you hope it would last?
Mind-control terminology at any level
Be sure they'll disconnect the rebel
Did you comprehend the vast chain of being?
Did you reach the inner (other)-worldly council?
Draw into yourself all the sensation
And see if it is your collective nation
Subtle manipulation, it all comes down to accommodation
Integrity of belief, integrity of behaviour

A synthesis of collective existence
A dialectic of the old order and the new world
Demise; a fall of Absolutes
Imminence; a choir of celestial flutes
Discontinuity between the two domains
Forever and always reigns
Plain logic strategy, it will be
Simply psychology, as anyone can see
Deconstruction, a tool for demonising
Credibility and hope find itself rising
Reconstruction; it demands authority and action
By which the population will only see a fraction
Social constructionism; questioned through all times
Just like the fall of shattered mines
The prophetic method; liminal and in between worlds

Planets beyond numbers; worlds concealed by faith
Our thoughts will turn the sublunary worldview straight
Order in chaos from an indefinite system
One step mistaken and the great scale is broken
Ever star a world we will call,
The earth being the greatest of them all
Movement from alienation to reconciliation
A subject of degradation
These illustrious worlds and all the more
Considered as being the inner core
The full creation leaves a geocentric treasure
Make yourself grow to greatness beyond measure
A universe built on corporeal centre and boundary
Do you conceive the impossibility?
Religion turned freelance, no name above the names

Symbolical and sheeting, in an eclectic manner,
Institutional monotheism holds the banner
Martial and creed;
You think they will provide anything you need?
You reckon it's diversity?
As time passes it will turn into canonical unity
Scripture and doctrines, hollow as it must be
The sole individual yearns to be free
A constant grip on all the illustrious worlds
You can literally feel how the snake curls
Why don't take and institutional decision
And presents God's full petition?
Symbolical and sheeting, in an eclectic manner,
Institutional monotheism holds the banner
Martial and creed;

Default by any means - competence and skill
Keep acting like you care still
Gathered in pride, howling of joy
Why don't you realize you're short of a decoy?
Illusion - Hibernation of mind
Retribution - one of a kind
In all honesty; no failure in breed
No one would never let them be freed
Constitutional right? - A fucking lie
An even fight? - not in a lifetime
A single individual and no one cares
A whole of community and everyone fears
Core solution or anything that matters
Core revolution and anything shatters
Nature's self throbbing by human impact

Ultra death, hardcore trash; give me your call.
Holy death, in presence of which I gave you it all
Conformity through terror, rapture through restrain.
It's like putting your life all down the drain.
Godflesh; how do you cope?
A leap out of faith, time to find the rope.
Deadmeat; look into my eyes,
how could you possibly believe the lies?
Deduced to Overkill, defunct totality.
An abstract netherworld with no absence of fundamentality.
It is where you will be.

Esoteric knowledge about the last of things.
My sweet eschatological vision.
Foundation for the renewal of the world,
immemorial sins, never redeemed.
Suppressed, oppressed, never redeem again.
The sulphur-kingdom, purgatory, hell`s damnation,
no man will be perditioned for all time.
Where is your millennium?
Where is your kingdom of a thousand years?
What you see is a world of hate, of pitiness,
never again to be set in state.
What you see is what you get.
Evolving chaos, death the inevitable force
It`s your cult, your mission
Misery - a necessary evil
Sympathy - a tool for fools
Death - the ultimate function
Mercy - a waste of grace

In the yard of the old man
The ruin's shimmering
The world's painted pale
The conditions are at stale
Flocks gathered from far away
Hiding, still overly aggressive
Generations they will slay
Not really regressive
A dead end cave
Home of the brave
The world fools no one
Grace me with hammering rest
Keep an eye on the sea
Imagine what we would be
Rushing to the shores
God of all damn wars
Wrenched beyond recognition
No such thing as human intuition

Lack of motivation? At every occasion
Tell me, did you earn your name?
So why did you reckon it would bring you fame?
Lack of understanding? It's kind of demanding
So then, did you earn your respect?
I'd rather say you suffer from a defect
Condemn the free mind, salute conformity
For now, it will at least bring humility
For all what it's worth - past glory
I bring no comfort
Lack of dedication? That's why I'm on medication
Well, how did you ever earn your integrity?
You're nothing but a failure in eternity
Lack of measures? I never found any treasures
Now, how did you get your crown?
For me it'll represent the lake in which you'll drown
Condemn the free mind, salute conformity
For now, at least it will bring humility
For all it's worth - final cut

When telling the fable of men
The Demise of lies
Let the Underdog be the narrator
Behold the kingdom's rise
Always being held down, the weaker part
You see, that's the state of the art
Father from truth, further from sight
So whoever yelled "might's right"?
A glimmer from the past
The stronger can easily fabricate
A life ending so fast
Anything impious you'll ever advocate
A glint of truth, a vision of rectitude
Whoever took that as bad attitude?
The Underdog will forever remain the unofficial hero

The snake and the deers, corroding on the tree of the world.
It`s your symbol of cosmos, axis-mundi.
The downfall of the powers, representation unparalleled.
Catastrophes of nature, battle between gods, social dissolution.
It`s a coming, a second coming.
Stronghold of the world in ice and cold.
Time of axe, time of sword,
a wolf on chase, a world on fire,
extinguished only when the land is sinking.
Development back to chaos, it`s your illusion,
sombody else`s disillusion.
An alleged opposition between powers
Appearances without masks.
No one trying to harmonize latent conflicts.
Origin and creation, explanation of the later development.
Cosmic model, primordial murder.
Irreversible time, a different material foundation.

The man withdrew from the fire
With a twitch in his face
Hey, could you describe for me your personal faith?
My request is inconclusive
The endeavours all lost
The efforts numerous to heal it at an cost
I detest you my good man for being so easily susceptible
Reckless as it may have been
Passing on judgement as it would seem
Interfering with personal beliefs
Being a scholar among thieves
Hey man, one last chance; speak the truth or hold up your hands
Subversive faith - blinded by fools
A demise that is far too late

Two thousand years of unrealised eschatology
No hold for divine dispensation
Obey through my external service
Value my redemptive power
Feel so much gratitude,
Only levelled by relative magnitude
Chiliasm proved by doctrinal code
Millenarism to be established by utter instinctual mode
Two thousand years of morals as figure,
Taught individually by example
Never share with me your disclaims,
Picture only what you're worth
In all your incompleteness
Condemnation could only be revealed through liberation
Apocalyptic as in clear-cut context
No more words needed, final result is man

A depiction of the lamb, the lion, deplorably portrayed.
The beast, the dragon, as in shadowy imagery,
have the power to take away peace on earth.
The threshold's here as the sun turns black,
the moon red like blood and stars falling down.
Babylon falling, the last of the antagonistic battles,
the madman chained for a thousand of years.
Use your eyes and you will see it, bright and shining.
A moment of your time, a glimpse of your (brave) new world
Your revelation, in apocalyptic terms,
the hammer, separating fiction from reality.
Embrace the notion, embrace the moment.
Who are the ones to tell the truth,
who are the ones to tell what to believe?
The depiction is therefore all you`ve got.
The hammer is mine, the revelation is yours.
Am I God or am I the Devil?
It`s a comprehensible, yet complex, reality,
because it means that when the past has caught up with the present,

Worlds onto planets, existence built on faith
We are the generation of the earth, mastered at any rate
We are the people of the stars, mansions of the moon
Come take us home where we belong
Take us home once and for all
This is what we agreed on in plenum,
Resulting in defection through vacuum
Sanctions through my ever-lasting philosophy
Ideology starting from within
Ending in our mind-created brave new world
Withdrawal from the world,
Returning to the final firmament
Children of a proclaimed mind-pattern
Victims of mental cosmos and winter
Worlds onto planets, existence built on faith
We are the generation of the earth, mastered at any rate
We are the people of the stars, mansions of the moon
Come take us home where we belong
Take us home once and for all

Growth; is that what it takes?
Disintegration; a world full of snakes
This is Machiavellian Strategy,
An extensive form of tragedy
Evolution; countercharge the ambivalence
Devolution; create your own malevolence
No more mercy, hold your mind
A culmination of which anything you won't find
Origin of a concealed fate,
It means we cannot go at any rate
This is death, this is life
Is this what existence all will be like?
As pitiful as you will ever be
Open your eyes and you will finally see
My omnipotence, no more accessible
It will only make you more feeble
Challenge; constraint of my aggression
Only obtained through concession
Response; obey through authority
I could only conform to negativity
Origin of a concealed fate
It means we cannot go at any rate
This is death, this is life

Congregation unity; faint as your ideology
Concentrate all in sterility
Morals runs riot in an endless variety
Of fragmentary post-solidarity
Never share the effort, symmetry in lines
Will the Providence ever grace you from all the lies?
Dishonour any corruption, favour only redemption
Voluntary subordination, engage in contemplation
You base it all on hierarchy
No wonder it'll turn into fucking anarchy
Detachment of continuity
Revolving around an ever growing susceptibility
Heading towards the Psyklon-Aeon
The last analysis will forever be perishable
That's how we would execute any cosmological society
On behalf of further reliability
This is all what your life is worth

Throbbing; The vast deceiver
Underdog, god of all men
Crushing; bone and skin to the ground
Dying, but still vital
Where would it head me? Fresh, yet rotten to the core
Would you ever join me?
Howling; heresy to the end
Tribe and unit; one of a kind
Searching; but nowhere to find
Does that make sense to you?
Walk alone or all fly
One watching the other die
Simple, cold and awaiting
You'll never stop hating
Hell on earth
Was it what I wanted? A peaceful mind
Rejoice with me
Vulture - may I take your shape?
Vulture - tell me of my fate
Vulture - your kingdom come

A ferocious circle of fiends
A paragon to follow
A derisive laughter, created by winds
No wonder everyone thought it was hollow
A place for everything
Grace me with sleepless nights
A time for anything
Praise me with clear-cut fights
A dead end street
Shut your bedroom and block herein
Lift and uncover your sheet
Addictive like goddamn heroin
The chasm of reality
Sanctions through folly
Still no overdrive capacity
Never seen anything so holy
This is the night of the cold grave blues
Be sure it's all wrapped well and tucked
I ain't got no short fuse

[Professor X:]
(In the ways of the scale)
The plug has been lifted from the unjoint jar
All cascade of black, perfume of the hour
(In the ways of the scale)
The past has been written, rolled and sealed in a scroll
(In the ways of the scale)
The eyes of the hawk ranges the sky unblinking
OPENED
(In the ways of the scale)
PERFECT
[Tom Tom Club: x4]
There's no beginning and there is no end
[Brother J:]
Once again, the illogical one
Bring your mind state to dark side of the sun
Music for creators to give no slacks
So I stepped from the board to keep my eyes on black
Now my religion is reality come take a drink from the great verb stick
Coming with authority grouping the majority this is not your gimmick or your fraudulent trick
Now I see children of originals doomed to lose
Teachers and preachers remain confused
Talking about humans in true black ways
Talking revolution and you're out to entertain
Ignorance, I grab you by your crackhead neck
Take you back to Egypt where you'll learn respect
And on one knee and through one way
You'll follow out the path of the new sun way
Let it click, here comes the royal of authority
Grooving up the masters of majority
People have a problem with my step
But you see I'm an example of the X
I travel with my bag with my books and fruits
Rose up the? frowl? not jeans and boots
Tip from the sundial time for the drum
Dum-diddy-dum funk coat has begun to the scales
[Professor X:]
Above all of [? ] I rise like the sun
Like the moon above day palms
Where there is light I enter absolute
Where there is dark there is none of me
Like the moon above day palms I rise
I am sworn to life, I am bound to death
I take my oath under the sword
[Tom Tom Club:]
There's no beginning and there is no end
[Brother J:]
Scale of [? ] speak ballads
I never I'll, I never will, I won't have it
You see queens are of men and real men don't play
It's like moon for the night time and sun for day
I am an African, I don't wear Greek
Must of we be reminded of the legendary thief
Who tried to make peace in comparison to Egypt
But they got gypped cause their minds not equipped
I see a cave boy and they try to play black
Give a +Gasface+ and you're bound to get slapped
And don't play stupid I'm a pyramid stalker
Witness my soul on the bas-? road
Chilling with the pharaohs and my ages has been
Doing this forever and you asked since when
Time is but a word and of little concern
And not another second will we red burn
To walk one way and to walk one path
Ways of the scale of the aftermath
[Tom Tom Club: x4]
There's no beginning and there is no end
[Brother J:]
Welcome to my science now seems you're always with it
Brother J, funk me, I come again, I stick it
Some say it's too deep and some say strong
Some say the truth hurts and I say wrong
Awaken Osiris, it's time for war
Mount your chariot, I can't take no more
Life or death, it doesn't matter I come again
There's no beginning and there is no end
Popped the stage, turn the page
Coming of Isis, Queen Mother Rage
Witness the sex Overseer the X
Verbalizer funk and listen give a taste, what's next
Show and improve, what's the true move
You come inside and present the strong groove
It's really about time for a kick like this
Ways of the scale scientific fist, have a kiss
[Professor X:]
By the way, vanglorious!
This is protected
By the red, the black, and the green
At the crossroad! SISSSSSY!
With a key!
[Tom Tom Club:]

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!

grand verbalizer what time is it..
grand verbalizer what time is it..
grand verbalizer what time is it..
Verse One: Brother J
African.
Very African. Come and step in brothers temple see what's happenin
From the bass low, coming down from below, Tell me what a sissy know.
Funkin lesson is a new flow
stalking walking in my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
and gather round the fire for the scroll that I deliver
coming immaculate from the sand the the sky.
and devils taking pleasure want to measure how high.
Your body reveals you. your mind cant catch it.
The nation of a God goes far beyond brackets.
come into my oven devils come and you burn.
I can always catch a fire when my strenth is Black word
Yer pissin me off because you swear yer higher level.
Back to your cave. Get yourself together
Silly and Magilla. Chocolate and vanilla.
How could polar Bears swing on vines of the gorillas. please
yer just floating cause there's something amiss.
I'm up in the clouds. You're down in abyss
your freakin while your teachin and your speaking rap rhymes.
It's halfway to the sun. That's the mortals last time.
Chorus
Verse Two: Brother J
[how deep?]
Deep. Deeper than atlantis
Deeper than the seafloor traveled by the mantis.
You copycats will never know.
For you the funk will never flow.. and that's another blow.
make your move beef appretice, I never step.
Im a tribal move your master hasn't figured yet.
run your weapons through my swords and shield
What's the higher level if your shit ain't real
My mystic magic, What cha gonna do.
Think befor youe step upon the rebel silly mortal you
you try to come but your mind won't catch, it's like cookies in the oven
if you want to burn a batch you just burn.
Chorus
Verse Three: Brother J
like this like that like that like this
how sharp is a word. how firm is a fist.
originals come from the sand and the sword in the concrete,
fighting wars in the street.
The day of outrage history another page.
You lack the word of this, but now there is a brother J
We're the warriors, of the masses.
all the benelovent, punks playin asses.
You damn sissies always flunt for the glory.
sissy bomb is coming, but that's another story.
So many people forgot where they came.
Disrespect religion, but their living is lame,
Black watch how you living? (zoom)
flow in the nile (zoom)
then record the seconds, The time of a sundial.
What we see for the Gods to be
What it was, what it is and again shall be.
What's my mindstate if my state ain't Black,
but Moses, Malcolm and Huey your back.
go from (?) go from verb to verb,
Sit back and take heed, brother
YOU MUST LEARN!
Swimming in the books, but the books ain't hittin.
The scales of a Blackman.
Ways of the livin.

[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...
Dark sun will get darker
'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 crumble, stumble my way to might
[???] 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

Yeuch! Brother J says yeuuch! Hmmhmmhmmhmm..
[Professor X]
Ahhhh! Straight from the temple of everlasting
ME! P.X.O., and the X-Clan (aww yeah)
Chillin, cleaning the pinkie
Hey Brother J, time for a ride
Put the key, to the ignition, and then..
[Brother J]
Ah yes yes blue, ah come on to go
We're immortals to the portals til the book folds
I'm goin Blackwards to the East, tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum
Fee fi fum to the tribal drum drum
I'm sittin on my temple, just pluckin silly mortals
Speakin peace of mind to my many sons and daughters
Gettin loose, loose, as I release the juice
I'm more into the [?] cause a simple Mother Goose
could never hang with the words, that ever caused the clamor
I'm singin "Raise the Flag" cause I hate the Spangled Banner
Because you can't get with me, you label me enemy
Your comments on the mortal side are labelled as blasphemy
More than I am, puts the taste in the dam
Puts the X in the Clan that puts the brother on land
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Because the sight of the Watch is sure to shock
From the beginning
From the beginning is it winning, is it ever?
Unearthly, resistance, forever
You think your thief based system is clever?
It's a simplistic, endeavor
I checkmate, terminate, never late, contemplate
Mindstate is never fake, hesitate you lose
No shoes ever do I kick around in boots
I simply drop the science that just speaks about the [?]
in our nature's, flavor, lacking from the coon
Now our dream for the younger, when will the rover take reign?
Is it a joke or something you can't cope with
Devils keep avoiding, people keep on hopin
for the move and groove, put your dead body in a soothin mood
Don't need no air, no sex, and no food
The tool, is mine, to use - Blackward row
[Professor X]
Ahhhh.. riding the crossroad!
Brother J on the wheel
Sugar Shaft in the back with Queen Nefretiti
Yo J, push it to the full nine
and let's move.. zoom!
[Brother J]
Day two-dark-zero-zero and it circles degree
Brother one makes up a system bring oppressors to knees
I speak a language universal, check on how I use it
Dwellers of this planet, labelled it as music
I come and I go from where the land where the milk flows
Earthbound to mortals what they lack the Brother will know
I'm buildin temples made of MANY dimensions
Illogic and cosmic, are not an extension
Now many many gather and they say, "Bro J;
tell me the direction of the crossroad way"
Up on the down stroke, valley in the middle
On through the thorns as if you could ever figure
Nothin is balance unless balance is irregular
Misplaced, heed chaos to bass
Some talk to doo-doo, and miss the voodoo
I'm like the guru, your baby's doin judo
Why don't you just sit, and contemplate on this
This is much more than your white boy diss
or your fat gold chain, the wash on your brain
The fleas in your system, what then remains
but a science that's deeper than deep, nine the odd
Harder than hard so now the journey to Gods begins
From the blood to the greenest of earth
Elemental is my nature and the strength in my verse
And zeroes who remain in two truth is key
to release us from the shackles Armageddeon will be
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Ah Sugar Shaft in the house ya don't stop
Ah Brother J funkin lesson ya don't stop
Ah Paradise architect ya don't stop
Professor X overseer ya don't stop
X-Clan in the house, you don't stop
Blackwatch for the justice you don't quit..
[Professor X]
Ahhhhhh... listen
With a diamond in the back, a sunroof top
A ride called pinkie, and a black boot to the pedal
Pushin us to the full nine
We step to you in blackness, with a gangsta lean
By the way, VANGLORIOUS
This is protected, by the red, the black, and the green