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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!" 4x
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? To the east blackwards, sissssiiiiieeeees!
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