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    [Professor X]
    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!

    [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
    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

    [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 stumble, crumble my weight of meight
    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 R's and your Alphas
    It is done - Shalom! And ya don't stop - Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!

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