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grand verbalizer what time is it. |
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grand verbalizer what time is it. |
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grand verbalizer what time is it. |
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[Verse One: Brother J] |
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African. |
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Very African. Come and step in brothers temple see what's happenin |
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From the bass low, coming down from below, Tell me what a sissy know. |
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Funkin lesson is a new flow |
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stalking walking in my big black boots. |
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Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits. |
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The children await me by the mountain in the river. |
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and gather round the fire for the scroll that I deliver |
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coming immaculate from the sand the the sky. |
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and devils taking pleasure want to measure how high. |
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Your body reveals you. your mind cant catch it. |
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The nation of a God goes far beyond brackets. |
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come into my oven devils come and you burn. |
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I can always catch a fire when my strenth is Black word |
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Yer pissin me off because you swear yer higher level. |
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Back to your cave. Get yourself together |
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Silly and Magilla. Chocolate and vanilla. |
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How could polar Bears swing on vines of the gorillas. please |
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yer just floating cause there's something amiss. |
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I'm up in the clouds. You're down in abyss |
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your freakin while your teachin and your speaking rap rhymes. |
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It's halfway to the sun. That's the mortals last time. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Two: Brother J] |
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[how deep?] |
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Deep. Deeper than atlantis |
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Deeper than the seafloor traveled by the mantis. |
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You copycats will never know. |
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For you the funk will never flow. and that's another blow. |
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make your move beef appretice, I never step. |
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Im a tribal move your master hasn't figured yet. |
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run your weapons through my swords and shield |
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What's the higher level if your shit ain't real |
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My mystic magic, What cha gonna do. |
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Think befor youe step upon the rebel silly mortal you |
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you try to come but your mind won't catch, it's like cookies in the oven |
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if you want to burn a batch you just burn. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three: Brother J] |
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like this like that like that like this |
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how sharp is a word. how firm is a fist. |
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originals come from the sand and the sword in the concrete, |
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fighting wars in the street. |
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The day of outrage history another page. |
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You lack the word of this, but now there is a brother J |
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We're the warriors, of the masses. |
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all the benelovent, punks playin asses. |
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You damn sissies always flunt for the glory. |
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sissy bomb is coming, but that's another story. |
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So many people forgot where they came. |
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Disrespect religion, but their living is lame, |
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Black watch how you living? (zoom) |
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flow in the nile (zoom) |
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then record the seconds, The time of a sundial. |
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What we see for the Gods to be |
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What it was, what it is and again shall be. |
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What's my mindstate if my state ain't Black, |
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but Moses, Malcolm and Huey your back. |
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go from [?] go from verb to verb, |
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Sit back and take heed, brother |
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YOU MUST LEARN! |
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Swimming in the books, but the books ain't hittin. |
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The scales of a Blackman. |
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Ways of the livin. |
