[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, sissy!
[Brother J]
Abracadabra
Allah baby, professor
All hail Funkin' Lesson
Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls
Now behold, let the legend unfold
Born in a cosmos, with no time and space to exist
Vibe in the midst of the chaos
Mortals label me as illogical, mythological
They couldn't comprehend when I brought the word
A stick called verb, a black steel nerve
Teaching those actors and actresses
Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really?
Then they label me a sin
When a brother just speaks what's within
I guess I'm blacker than the shadow in the darkest alley
That they're 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 pathway
[Brother J]
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 living to retrieve self
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
Is 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 going? What's your speed?
What's your pleasure? What's your need?
Trees and branches, roots and seeds
Forwards, backwards, many degrees
Questions, answers, what's the sum?
We have come
[Professor X]
Out of the darkness in panther skin comes doctors
Driving pink caddies
Bearing the remedy to your existence
Yes, it gets blacker, with a Nat Turner lick
Martin, Adam, Malcolm, Huey
There's a party at the crossroads
[Brother J]
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 freely un-attuned
Wheat bread, tasty jam
Come take a stroke to the rhythm of the Grand
Verbalizer coming from the temple of void
Crown from a hat, man from a boy
Onwards ride as I talk of Ra
Converse with Horus, create with Ptah
I ride with Geb to roar with Bast
Aten to Mut 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
[Professor X]
Sissy!
Sissy!
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