[Professor X] Come diddydum! 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 hunzu, see you in from the Zero, take em to the three Stand firm at the five heres a star and a shield to support you At the nine! [Brother J] Its 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 cosmitivity Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality Im 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 aint 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 Im back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass Energized by another plane By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain They cant beat me, so they try to eat me! They cant keep me, so they try to freak me Positive sin, again and again, degrees in a spin Verbs all your silly mortal gggrin Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters Take control of your body like the farmers daughter And as you beg for control, whats the reason? Whats the reason? Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic Tehhunzu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it Sixfoot black boot god in the suit of the warrior So now Im taller n ya,checkn 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 its 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 didnt 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 whats up, G? Its 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 To a knee, 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 Im 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 Bringer of a Caddy and a tribal jjjjam But yet Im judged, leather prophet and all that Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat And yet they ask me, Brother, whats the time? Its a African drum with some spaceage rhymes, man Yo not at all, I say its sexual, infectual, delectable Im not a masturbating intellectual And couldnt 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, lets 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 hasbeen proudly adorned with the color pink Bring on your Gs, your Qs, your Rs and your Alphas It is time Shalom! And ya dont stop Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!
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