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Текст песни X-Clan - A.D.A.M.

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[Professor X]Come diddy-dum!Welcome to this archaeological find!At the road, witness meBefore the coming of the Sun; peeking at you from the Eastern side of PlutoniaDressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black gripTen hun-zu, see you in from the Zero, take `em to the threeStand firm at the five; here`s a star and a shield to support youat the nine![Brother J]It`s like A - D - A - MPrepare your mind, run tell your childrenFire, air, water, let the Earth make fleshNow see from the Father, how funky can you get?Now my activity is cosmi-tivityImmortal is my soul, my God, my realityI`m not measured by tradition, or any type of `ligion, huhNot even cosmic dimensions and suchBut many fools, they try to post a duelTry to post a front but they know it ain`t cool, yeahBoy, my mind goes back to things, just like the cosmic battleWhen sword was my rattleShield was my bib, and sarcophagi my cribNot measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for GodIllogical god, I was created and formedVerbal shogun, yes, the cosmic stormWho? Scrolls to lyrics to bustI roll `em up with the papyrus, funk sealed, in God we trustI laid it down from circumference to dry spaceAnd now I`m back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bassEnergized by another planeBy logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brainThey can`t beat me, so they try to eat me!They can`t keep me, so they try to freak mePositive sin, again and again, degrees in a spinVerbs all your silly mortal g-g-grinMake you feel you could drown in some godly watersTake control of your body like the farmer`s daughterAnd 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 CosmicTeh-hun-zu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock itSix-foot black boot god in the suit of the warriorSo now I`m taller `n `ya,check`n me outA - D - A - MPrepare your mind, run, tell your childrenFire, air, water, let the Earth make fleshNow see from the Father, now how funky can youGet get get get get down, the rhythm must come to suchWhen it`s time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed...Dark sun will get darker`Cause I existed in the valley of the FatherI got whooped by my mate`Cause the fruit had a tasteOf the curse that served as a markerNow 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 rowNiggas didn`t catch it anywayThey pat me on the back, talkin` `bout "Yeah, J"Well yeah, rightEast I flow, East I goCover 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 milkshakeAnd a godly vainglorious break[Professor X]You shall be moved, logical one!After a clear pouncing with energy from the SunAt my beckoning - you and your landmark builtWithout the Zero prideShall crumble, stumble my way to might[???] pretender - your time has come![Brother J]I once walked the Heavens with GabrielWalked through the desert with IsraelTraveled onto Mecca with IshmaelI`m crucified, resurrected - now ask how I feelA - D that I AM, that I AMFrom Father flesh to Father SolomonFrom the pinky to the thumb `pon my handBring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jamBut yet I`m judged, leather prophet and all thatStill a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hatAnd yet they ask me, "Brother, what`s the time?"It`s a African drum with some space-age rhymes, manYo not at all, I say it`s sexual, infectual, delectableI`m not a masturbating intellectualAnd couldn`t read it from a book because that bores you allSo come to Umoja, KujichaguliaUjima, Ujamaa, and purpose stands for "Nia"Kuumba, Imani, daughter named [?]Simani[?]Came to the planet, Father [?]Afer[?] left his bodySo leave the boy in the coffin withinRaise your head, let`s the A to the D to the A to the MThis is the message from the Cosmic StormWith the doubters and the judges, disbelievers be warned![Professor X]With a shield of David on the grillAnd the has-been proudly adorned with the color pinkBring on your G`s, your Q`s, your R`s and your AlphasIt is time - Shalom! And ya don`t stop - Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!

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