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X-Clan - Verbs of Power lyrics
Verbs of Power - now here's the sum of another drum Now mortals aware, now prepare for illogical son My Verbs of Power are the spiritual spank My deep, deep Blackness, your mind gets dank Revelation to Genesis, something you cannot dismiss Keys to Crossroad, come to abyss! And find a verb-stick swingin' while I'm livin', giving the rhythm Heed the word, and the bass-drop given! A funk down, super sound, lyrical, visual Illogical wisdom, forever continual You're living simplistically, yet speak of reality Your science, elementary - Dare speak? You can't get with me Look at the wax, it's hieroglyphic, it's actual fact I'm not reading and striving to wanna be Black Here's the move 'cause I see none I never boast, I never brag, I get the job done I'm not the [?Buckley?] political, nor am I the physical The rhythmical spiritual, the mystical magical Movement is circle, never 90 degrees of a square I'm the gorilla - robotics will run in a scare Just to find that the zero's the ground Come into my temple, have a seat at the round, feel the power [Professor X] Brother, Brother, Brother, how you make 'em get down? [Brother J] Professor Overseer, I've got pimp in my crown It was the pimp that drove the mountainous elephant It was ignorance that made this irrelevant I'm not the pasta boy, I'm the African, call me by name I'm the original, I taught you to set up this game You silly mortal, keep on playing the Trump I think they're gonna have to get me, from stompin' and kickin' your rump Once again, now it comes in the trend I said "Free South Africa!" - you went to Berlin Now there's the problem, I stand firm, beating my chest You think a silly polar bear could ever put this to rest? And yet they still will apologize, while I will epitomize Embrace my children, show them Creator's eyes Onto the path of the mystical teaching the math No more to suffer - it's time for the wrath Feel the power On to the throne, the throne I come forth Weapon of our rule, the verbs of great Thoth Look at the sundial, look at the child of man Where's the faith in the Spirit, the master plan? Opportunity - the spoils of religion of God-man Hero to rescue the drum jam Fire, water, air and earth, I AM the fool Teaching power that I never could learn in school I am the teacher from the far and beyond Turn an apple to a lotus, turn a rib to a wand To compare me or dare me is foolish, it's more than a job No entertainment - illogical odd god Has come - straight from Amon-Tet with the herb dish Come with the Verb Stick, the bag of the new tricks Stronger than ever, my intent of the universe Coming of immortals is the strength of the verse That's the power |
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