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