X CLAN - Verbs Of Power lyrics

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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 powe