Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
X-Clan
X-Clan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Scott "Rebel-INS." Hunter
Jason Scott "Rebel-INS." Hunter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Scott "Rebel-INS." Hunter
Jason Scott "Rebel-INS." Hunter
Producer
Lumumba Carson
Lumumba Carson
Producer
Claude "Paradise" Gray
Claude "Paradise" Gray
Producer
Anthony Hardin
Anthony Hardin
Producer

Lyrics

Exist in a state of Vanglorious As we are protected by the red, the black, and the green Heed the words of the brother Sissy! Letters to words Word to phrase The paragraph Heed math as 'J begins class Science of past is now brought to the rhyme fix From the scrolls, straight to the verb stick Gods to gods from gods to man Many kings, many leaders A fist from a hand They call me militant Now what does this mean? Do I carry a gun [?] Like the army scene? With the cause I'll never pause As simply as the brother Raise the flag, raise the colors Red, black, green, with the key The difference Words make a way in the world in an instant Living to die and I die to live again 360 degrees... comprehend A man getting stronger 'til he's man no longer Unearthly state makes the time seem shorter Forever radiant Awareness brought for the One Open eyes, strong sun Practice and preach Stand about what I teach So you all stand starvin' as I start to unleash Verbs of power Great blackness brought from the genesis Won't exist 'til armageddon is a witness The originals built the Earth Why must there be aggression To learn a basic lesson? Quite majestic, stern within reality A juggernaut when you tamper with mentality I wear a crown, extension and dimension of a brain cell Bringin' hell to the sellouts Forever tangled web we weave Always tryin' to obtain, no attempt to achieve Descendents of kings and queens, I'd like justice Never potential, caught up Jealousy of what are we Becomes tendency for their thievery Alright, cool, but no need to pull a trigger Cause that's a fool I get my [?] like [?] stool To produce the words that they drool about It's another way of checkin' out these sissies Who may try to extinct my principality But of course they're not, madness From beginning, I'm the end, observe me: Ignorance is not a trend So as I beckon for few seconds Pull the reins, and heed the words of the brother One with the universe Mastering words on the verse Funk is a force I exert Egyptian, African, now I'm on the Blackwatch Check my sundial, circle as a [?] I can catch a shadow as the moon reflects the sun Creator's eyes make a path to brother one So now I walk softly and carry a big stick A verb stick, so you natives seem to lick J brings the funk and spreads jam to the wheat bread In the funk of this, one vanglorious Unearthly resistance, strong with persistance Grand verbalizer kicks this Tribal connection Pyramids witness the funk bearer Vibe sharer not the Brother is balanced like the scales of Thoth That my demand makes stone seem soft Corrupts all systems, positive poison of me Some call it [?], it's a key Black is a color, while blackness of a mindstate But how many of you think? Today Brother J can find the better way, so be it Plan it down and make it stay I serve a purpose Yet I am not the G.I. Joe, I am the Brother Yo I can never [?] a fist Step to the mic and stage area As I drop the science that breaks the barrier Words of old make me more than a beginner The key opens knoweldge and plays as an antenna Americana man, Africana brother Don't forget the land cause the birth is from the Mother A vibe is in place, obtained and discovered Tune in your audio, and heed the words of brother Yo Aristotle, Plato, Socrates Step off!
Writer(s): George Worrell, George Clinton, William Collins, Jason Hunter, Roger Troutman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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