X Clan - Fire & Earth Lyrics

Writer(s) : DARNELL, RICK R. / HAWKINS, ROY / CARSON, LUMUMBA / HUNTER, JASON RICHARD / GRAY, CLAUDE / COODER, RYLAND PETER / CASTOR, JAMES W. / FRIDIE, LANGDON J
Artist: X Clan Lyrics
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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 ***** 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! *****s, 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 ***** 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 *****, 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 want to' be down, clown So many want to' 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-are-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-***** flow Off to the road you know we go Follow the pro-***** 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 *****! [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 *****s Know why? Cause I'm that ***** that they can't stand That teach an African how to say, "Black man!" And I'm that ***** 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 *** 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 *****s! [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!


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