1.Xodus
Songwriters：Lumumba Carson, George Jr Clinton, William Earl
Collins, Claude Gray, Jason Hunter, N P Napier, M R Pierce, G A
Webster, Bernie Worrell
Come one, come all, we have the elixir that cures all that ails
you
Traveling the four corners of the road, straight from the well
come Yahweh
Come Joshua, come David, confrontation with the soul has come
In the ways of God, Xodus
Feel the vibes of the wrath of God
Spoke the biological are God, one systematic terror
That's forever, Big Lord shredder, legendary weed getter
The dark president, the dark sun resident
Will give more reason to impeach a president
And all the puppets in the other square lay
Supporting three K's and America can wait
So now a brother bears fruits and herbs
'Cause apples pie's toxic, it slurs my words
And how could I reach a Black nation？
The vibration, sensations, like that
Is that a combat and either pimp slap？
There's other missionaries who would have me off track
But heed is a lead is a positive sin
And you can't, you can't stop me, so let's stop your grin
From the Genesis to the Revelations
And here comes the kick of the Xodus riff
It goes a little something like this, check it out
1, 2, 3 and a 3, 2, 1
Here comes the rhythm of the warrior's dun
Shut out the mind to the God Te-Hun
As we begin with the warrior's flex
Yeah, fee to the Fi and Fo to the Fum
I smell the game of four wicked mortal men
Try to play my mind, try to play me humdrum
But now it gets dumb and here comes the sum
More and more and more and this loud cry, ââ¬Â½Freeââ¬Â
Siggy-siggy glance and the
Now my attitude is worse than an AK
Clip never stopping when it's time to kick or spray
I jiggy-jiggy-jiggy-judge, a brother won't budge
Now kick it to the middle 'cause that's how you get 'em
Now God, now what's a brother do？
I try to keep my patience but now I'm out the truth
One-Zero, now I crew shoed
Bad attitude 'cause I have enough food
Next days, they try to condemn me
But yo, I'd just be me as it remains it will be
Friggy way these verbs stick the whole nine
Part of the thighs of the cosmic child
Got your clean cut American
Strictly African, my look is terrorism
What's the seravist, don't call me Communist, I'm just a bro'
Not New Jack or Joe and Freedom or Death, this means
I'm going for broke, it means my life is my death, my attitude
Should reflect, I met a dude, the cosmic god, all father respect
The Xodus, come forward young black, what ails you？
You say the value in your system rejects to feeling outrage？
Take a sip, ah, feel the surge, the red, the black, the green
Through your veins to your heart, come stomp with me
Back from the peak of Heaven, the depths of Hell
If you feel voodoo and here's my spell
To teach my people and yes, rock well
And very, very black
I hear some niggas talking 'bout they'll paint the White House
black
I'd blow the sucker up and pressure on the attack
And Frontline, you'll find, the government swine
Find themselves caught up in a bind
But when will you figure a vibe in a vigor
A pro-black nigga, black nigga, black nigga
Or would you ask me if I'm a humanist？
Or down with Swiss Miss or anyone from the abyss？
We're down to the core, I can't take it no more
With no legend or almost prove law
With no funny moves for the earthly residents
'Cause Dark Sun Riders were firmly handling
So, on to the school of common sense
In God we trust, the Xodus, come diddy-dum
To the flag, the red, the black and the green, ah, alafia
2.A.D.A.M.
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!
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
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
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'
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!
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
It is time - Shalom! And ya don't stop - Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!
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