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
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
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,
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
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
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,
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
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,
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
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
Verbs of Power - now here's the sum of another drum
Now mortals aware, now prepare for illogical son
My Verbs of Power are the spiritual spank
My deep, deep Blackness, your mind gets dank
Revelation to Genesis, something you cannot dismiss
Keys to Crossroad, come to abyss!
And find a verb-stick swingin' while I'm livin', giving the rhythm
Heed the word, and the bass-drop given!
A funk down, super sound, lyrical, visual
Illogical wisdom, forever continual
You're living simplistically, yet speak of reality
Your science, elementary - Dare speak? You can't get with me
Look at the wax, it's hieroglyphic, it's actual fact
I'm not reading and striving to wanna be Black
Here's the move 'cause I see none
I never boast, I never brag, I get the job done
I'm not the [?Buckley?] political, nor am I the physical
The rhythmical spiritual, the mystical magical
Movement is circle, never 90 degrees of a square
I'm the gorilla - robotics will run in a scare
Just to find that the zero's the ground
Come into my temple, have a seat at the round, feel the power
[Professor X]
Brother, Brother, Brother, how you make 'em get down?
[Brother J]
Professor Overseer, I've got pimp in my crown
It was the pimp that drove the mountainous elephant
It was ignorance that made this irrelevant
I'm not the pasta boy, I'm the African, call me by name
I'm the original, I taught you to set up this game
You silly mortal, keep on playing the Trump
I think they're gonna have to get me,
from stompin' and kickin' your rump
Once again, now it comes in the trend
I said "Free South Africa!" - you went to Berlin
Now there's the problem, I stand firm, beating my chest
You think a silly polar bear could ever put this to rest?
And yet they still will apologize, while I will epitomize
Embrace my children, show them Creator's eyes
Onto the path of the mystical teaching the math
No more to suffer - it's time for the wrath
Feel the power
On to the throne, the throne I come forth
Weapon of our rule, the verbs of great Thoth
Look at the sundial, look at the child of man
Where's the faith in the Spirit, the master plan?
Opportunity - the spoils of religion of God-man
Hero to rescue the drum jam
Fire, water, air and earth, I AM the fool
Teaching power that I never could learn in school
I am the teacher from the far and beyond
Turn an apple to a lotus, turn a rib to a wand
To compare me or dare me is foolish, it's more than a job
No entertainment - illogical odd god
Has come - straight from Amon-Tet with the herb dish
Come with the Verb Stick, the bag of the new tricks
Stronger than ever, my intent of the universe
Coming of immortals is the strength of the verse
[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:]
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.
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
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!
[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
[Professor X]
(We have come..)
by way of the stars, by way of the Nile evermore
(We have come..)
speaking the tongue of the pharoahes, descending from such
(We have come..)
in love of the ancestor, the struggle continues
Loving heart, strong sun, firm fist
We are those
[Brother J]
We are evolutionists, for justice
People try to front and call us prejudiced
I know they know the truth, they call us battlers
The great warriors, systematic radicals
Who put their hand in the candy dish to pull a mint?
Government, taste the thieves descent
I heard you were a prankster, ultimate gangster
Daytime shooter, night time shankster
The phone-tapper, dress a little dapper so you think
my color's blacker than it's pink
Descending from pharoahes who travelled the narrows
and all of that are such
See me at the crossroad pimp-struts
I'm quite illogical but never been a savage
Genes scientific but I never have to map it
I'm harder than the diamond that the edam[?] might still
I'm never mythical, divinity is real
Mind stays steel, ever stable to the end
Nations begin, Blackwatch will defend
So now you raise the flag of the blood race earth
Freedom or death, and death unto birth, we carry on
[Brother J]
I am a man of the soil, crossroad walker
Great vine swinger, the pyramid stalker
Makin God music in sync with the universe
So here we go again, another Brother verse
Back into time on the banks of Nile
Writin on papyrus, readin the dial
Look into the sky from the city beyond
Countin to the nine cause the mission is on
So now the lion connection, retrieves degrees
Startin never dimming third eye ever sees
Beyond dimension, beyond the soul
The label of your car inscribed on the scroll
So whatchu gonna do but ride to the scale?
On your knees to the East, all hail
The Grand Creator, the host and children
How could you think, to conquer his dominion and exist?
Coming from abyss, we are this
See the black fist, take a kiss
And from your earthly dwelling you're dismissed
So can you dig it?
Now with a key, back into the swing of reality
Divine principality formalities are none
Son of a gun, I'm brother one, I am sun - enough!
[Brother J]
From the stars we are born in genetics
Anti-semetic? Ridiculous, chill
How you gonna copycat the pyramids filled
when a nation wears colors in respect of the build?
Comin through the gap in the mountain on a elephant
The world just shivered, I'm the earthquake president
Walked the path and my steps remained
Back to the den, grab a hold of the mane
Allegba(?), meet me at the road
A following soul, young to the old
Walkin in the path of the pure is not as easy
as they contemplate, but I obligate to demonstrate
Without struggle no peace and surely no state of mind
And what kind of nation will become
daughters and sons of what is, we have come
We continue..
[Professor X]
Tamu[?], Allegba[?], Osiris, Isis, Abraham, Solomon, Mohammad, Jesus
Vanglorious!
This is protected, by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY!
[Brother J]
I was sittin by the river with my warrior's gun
A bunch of caveboys tried to house my drum
I never bust a sweat because it's not at all tragic
VOO-DOO, runnin from my magic!
I came across the sand on my faith alone
Eatin cooked meat while you gnaw at the bone
Sittin by the fire while you froze in cave
A bunch of silly thieves with the nerve to say you're brave
I think you're cowards; fightin systematically and chemically connivin
Cause you never liked us but it seems you're always trying
Try to say we're dumb but it seems you're always thriving
from the science.. so now I bear you
Sit, heed the words and raise the flag to prepare you
for the coming of the ones who never fear you
Don't you know a brother like myself will only dare you
to act foolish? We have come
Child of the sandbox, follow through the drum
We have come from with the mathematic sum
Now you wanna ask what's the dum-diddy-dum? The X, Shalom
[Professor X]
1990! The tribal weapon
[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
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:]
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
sissssiiiiieeeeeeeees!"
"Huh!"
[Brother J:]
Abracadabra,
Allah baby, professor,
All hail Funkin' Lesson,
Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls,
Now behold, let the legend unfold,
Born unto cosmos, for no timin',
Space to exist, vibe in the midst of the chaos,
Mourners label me as illogical, mythological,
They couldn't comprehend when I brought the word,
A stick called verb, a black steel nerve,
Teachin' those actors and actresses,
Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really?
Then they label me a sin,
Cause a brother just speaks from within,
I guess I'm darker than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always
scared to go in,
Boo!
I wear boots and beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls, rings and
shades,
Walk in the light of the moon, but I've never been a Batman,
African call it Blackman,
Brother extracts your African steps in your movements, enhance for
improvements,
Grand funk, a new home for the phrase,
Funkin' Lesson the pathways,
"Ready or not here we come, get in down on the one which we believe in.
One nation under a groove; can I get it on my good foot, get gone now!"
"Huh!" [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Let me tell you about blackness,
Grits and cornbread how can you act this?
I exist on a plane, where the jar is my brain, I'm livin' to retrieve
cells,
Antenae my stick, picture bigger, made of liquor, figure,
The pull of the trigger goes zoom not boom,
Not a bunch of sissies, but saviors braver,
The red, black, and green,
It's just so much more than red, black, and green,
You ask what I mean, but yet the sundial shades on lights and dreams,
Watch too late, oops, upside your head!
You drop through abyss like lead,
Where you goin', what's your speed, what's your pleasure, what's your
need,
Trees to branches, roots to seeds, forwards, backwards many
degrees,
Questions answers, what's the sum?
We have come,
[Professor X:]
"Out of the darkness in panther skins comes doctors. Bearing the remedy
of your existence. Yes, it gets blacker, with a Nat Turner lick. Martin,
Adam, Malcolm, Huey, there's a party at the crossroads!"
[Verse 3:]
I returned from the stone crib,
Bringing verbal milk, a stool, and a bib,
Be filled of the black sap, from the tri-womb,
It flows fully un-attuned,
Wheat bread, tastey jam, come take a stroke to the rhythm of the grand-
Verbalizer comin' from the temple of void,
Crown from a hat, man from a boy,
Onward ride as I talk of Rah, converse with Horace, create with Ptah,
Arrive to Geb, to roar with Bast, "Aton Tamu" as I ride the raft,
Roof of the world I sit, crosslegged, right over left,
Drums of dance to drums of war,
Who knows the score? Speak no more,
Who watches down with the eyes of black?
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
