(feat. Brother J)



DJ's and MC's!  Can't touch... J, J, J [x5]



[Verse One: Brother J]



Now as the vibe get live, in the tricks on the vics

Bells like elixir, so come get your fix

Subliminal minister, will weave through the sinister mix

Detaching cords, smacking haughty lips

Here as I execute nuff boots rebuked

See higher verbal je-wels, maintain through the roots

Earthquake president, makes the world shiver

Mountains to rivers, crossroads be all whatever

Never to sever, my melanin preserves, solar winds

The arctic age, it's apace now

Unleash the livest, make way for Tehaan

Repay lethal bound, representing Dark Sun

As I charge up the silent, the tenth letter

The brother coming raw, pure zone is my weather

Mmmhmm, son of God will rule on the ill balance of doom

As I move from the cocoon I preach the room

So with nuff G-O-D's there's no stoppin this

Pure texture pon the real God it's obvious



J's and MC's!  Can't touch... J, J, J [x2]



[Verse Two:]



Ohh yes ohh yes I come in wide come in broad

Spreading the Seeds of Evolution my lord

What they gon' do when the tales of Sabu

With the pooper scooper crew, the mortals, the fools

All fry within my skillet, easily comprehended

I get down with the creator, I'm scrolled from his descendants

Uncode that, flip that, give it on back

Cause if I keep this up, yo man my powers get jacked

And then picture me, soundin like MC's

who yellin baby please come come my niggaz ease

when Tehaan pon the job, make you wanna holler

all praisin Jah Jah, illi him yahoua ya hoova Allah

Just know who you are, it's pure understanding

when the brain's on the jaw

I electrify my cells, and I come universal

No confirmations or religions or rehearsals

I am that I am of the cosmos

Three tongue apocalypse in my funk dose

Or combine for the Ugamastic feel

My funky live wire for the ones who know the deal

Come on



DJ's and MC's!  Can't touch... J, J, J [x4]



[Verse Three:]



Now Dark Sun, you know your funk vibes are zappin

to the guild, your universal waves adaptin

VG's, the Ark God's rise on back

So attack for attack I think I'll ease on back

From the birth of the eon to the tick of the dead

Your balance gettin deeper than the bubonical plague

So I forward, strictly to enlist, skilled and righteous

Pure bredren that's down with the justice

Ain't no hocus pocus fake ass shit

I'm payin due, so skip impressin charts on my hits

Abnorm will form will cite the deal

Underground invasion tell me shit ain't stinkin real

Directly from the core, my hunger's much more

Than any mic controller feelin raw

I'll let them flex and let they brains go hex

Let them pass out in stress then the maggots is next

On back to the lab realize what it's about

I'm breakin all the slaves chiseltown ass out

And that's the real



DJ's and MC's!  Can't touch... J, J, J [x8]