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[Professor X] Come diddy-dumb! 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 the-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 *****s 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 are's and your Alphas It is time - Shalom! And ya don't stop - Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!
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