Cave men! (You better hush!) Cave women! (Hush!) And the... (Hush!)

Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]



(Somebody's calling my name....)



[Brother J]

Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on!



[Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East!

[Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on!

[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!

[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, yeah!

[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!

[J] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my

brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East!



[Professor X]

Yes! I'm that kind of nigga

The one you fear, be scared you can't figger

The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom!

In the cut of zoom

In the darkness, the halo, the moon!

Stepping ta' ya' real soon

Ah! Check the blackness!

Me before those enter the lightness!

Masturbating!

Masquerading!

And you call your self righteous?

Follow me!

A peripheral, missionary, and ark commit-ness

Having intercourse with the nation of darkness!

Books with worms!

Jherri suited with last names like perms!

niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself

If you don't get any bigger

Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping

Yes! I'm that kind of nigga

Brother J, whatcha' say?

Brother J, Brother J, whatcha' say?

Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say?



[Brother J]

Yeah!

I'm just a pro-Black nigga, and I'm doing this

And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this

In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp

No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps

The ever-nappy crew setting the mood

I raise my fuel for my firm attitude

Walking through the streets with my war cry spear

Certain folks know it means doom when they hear

My firm, black boots with no spurs attached

Now let me take a second, cause I might detach

My black boots if you confuse

I lose my peoples in the words you choose

For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?

Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?

And yet you wanna' be down, clown

So many wanna' be down, with the illogical ark

Steppin' through your cave-boy crew

Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do!

Media weapons!

News at 11!

Paper at 6 or systematic tricks

And that's why I do what I do

Say how I feel so you get it on the real

True, true, any rapper will subdue

Try to test some buddy business

And submit my whole crew

The front page, says outrage

There's no gauge, cause it's time for the MAC!

Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all that

To the vibes of the pro-Black

It's like that as I wind up my wrist

Check out the smack of the scientific fist

But on a level to the East I go

Cause with Freedom or Death, there's no choice, you know?

Still on the topic of the P-R-O

When I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O



[Professor X]

Over and under as I progress to this

Got no time to be hanging out with humanists

Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist

Serve we nationally comes the diss

Humanity keep it with us we break edicts

Milwaukee, the brutality, how can you dismiss?

So, off to the road we go you know

Follow the pro-nigga flow

Off to the road you know we go

Follow the pro-nigga flow

For you and yours, legislation

Past-purpose agitation

By way of the old ??? emancipation

Zoom, zoom, zoom revelation

Cometh pro-Black dedication

The solution: revolution

Evolution

The conclusion: the trigger!

Please, a let me take a swigger

And if you don't get any bigger

Yes, I'm that kind of nigga!



[J] Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!

[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!

[J] Come on! To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!

[X] To the East, my brother, to the East!

[J] To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!

[X] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, 

to the East, my brother, to the East!



[Brother J]

Yeah!

Revolution, evolution, the solution

No amendments, and burn the Constitution

You take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ers

Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas

Know why? Cause I'm that nigga that they can't stand

That teach an African how to say, "Black man!"

And I'm that nigga they can plainly see

With the nationalist colors of the red, black, green

Yeah! I'm the one who cut Tarzan's vine

Ran his ass out the jungle with his homeboy swine

One of those brothers that they just can't find

That makes 'em shake and make 'em shiver when it comes nighttime

Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap

The old systematic dues

All Irish do Japs. Yeah!

You hear me? Boy, you'd better make way!

Enough action and totally nothing to say

And here's a message to the Rainbow crew

And their fearless leader, Captain Human:

Revolution is not humanism!

Individualism and not separatism!

Hey! Point blank, living-ism is a tank

Cause there's just some things that I never forget:

I remember green suits on a Black mayor;

I remember nine-millimeter child slayers;

I remember all the times that you called me an animal

But in Milwaukee there's a cannibal

Check it! Some of the things that you just don't figure

Cause it gets a lot Blacker and a whole lot bigger

No matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger

Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!



[Professor X]

Making note of some minors. I'm not talking baseball, cause if I was

Brother J, we'd be playing professional. There nine innings to a

baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?

Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the

green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!