Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Funkin' Lesson, artista - X-Clan. Data di rilascio: 19.01.2015
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Funkin' Lesson |
| Freedom or death, we shall all be moved |
| Vanglorious |
| This is protected by the red, the black, and the green |
| With a key, sissy! |
| Abracadabra, Allah baby, professor |
| All hail Funkin' Lesson |
| Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls |
| Now behold, let the legend unfold |
| Born in a cosmos, with no time and space to exist |
| Vibe in the midst of the chaos |
| Mortals label me as illogical, mythological |
| They couldn’t comprehend when I brought the word |
| A stick called verb, a black steel nerve |
| Teaching those actors and actresses |
| Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really? |
| Then they label me a sin |
| When a brother just speaks what’s within |
| I guess I’m blacker than the shadow in the darkest alley |
| That they’re always scared to go in, boo! |
| I wear boots and beads, bags and braids |
| Stick and scrolls, rings and shades |
| Walk in the light of the moon but I’ve never been a Batman |
| African call it Blackman |
| Brother extracts your African steps in your movements |
| Enhance for improvements |
| Grand funk, a new home for the phrase |
| Funkin' Lesson the pathway |
| Ready or not here we come |
| Gettin' down on |
| The one which we believe in |
| One nation under a groove |
| Can I get it on the good foot |
| Good God |
| Let me tell you about blackness |
| Grits and cornbread how can you act this? |
| I exist on a plane, where the jar is my brain |
| I’m living to retrieve self |
| Antenae my stick |
| Picture bigger, made of liquor, figure |
| The pull of the trigger goes zoom not boom |
| Not a bunch of sissies, but saviors, braver |
| The red, black, and green |
| Is just so much more than red, black, and green |
| You ask what I mean |
| But yet the sundial shades on lights and dreams |
| Watch too late, oops, upside your head! |
| You drop through abyss like lead |
| Where you going? What’s your speed? |
| What’s your pleasure? What’s your need? |
| Trees and branches, roots and seeds |
| Forwards, backwards, many degrees |
| Questions, answers, what’s the sum? |
| We have come |
| Out of the darkness in panther skin comes doctors |
| Driving pink caddies |
| Bearing the remedy to your existence |
| Yes, it gets blacker, with a Nat Turner lick |
| Martin, Adam, Malcolm, Huey |
| There’s a party at the crossroads |
| I returned from the stone crib |
| Bringing verbal milk, a stool, and a bib |
| Be filled of the black sap, from the tri-womb |
| It flows freely un-attuned |
| Wheat bread, tasty jam |
| Come take a stroke to the rhythm of the Grand |
| Verbalizer coming from the temple of void |
| Crown from a hat, man from a boy |
| Onwards ride as I talk of Ra |
| Converse with Horus, create with Ptah |
| I ride with Geb to roar with Bast |
| Aten to Mut |
| as I ride the raft |
| Roof of the world I sit, crosslegged, right over left |
| Drums of dance to drums of war |
| Who knows the score? Speak no more |
| Who watches down with the eyes of black? |
| To the east blackwards |
| Sissy! |
| Sissy! |