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Data di rilascio: 19.01.2015
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Verbal Milk |
Ah! Straight from the temple of everlasting |
ME! P.X.O., and the X-Clan (aww yeah) |
Chillin, cleaning the pinkie |
Hey Brother J, time for a ride |
Put the key, to the ignition, and then. |
Ah yes yes blue, ah come on to go |
We’re immortals to the portals til the book folds |
I’m goin Blackwards to the East, tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum |
Fee fi fum to the tribal drum drum |
I’m sittin on my temple, just pluckin silly mortals |
Speakin peace of mind to my many sons and daughters |
Gettin loose, loose, as I release the juice |
I’m more into the (?) cause a simple Mother Goose |
Could never hang with the words, that ever caused the clamor |
I’m singin «Raise the Flag» cause I hate the Spangled Banner |
Because you can’t get with me, you label me enemy |
Your comments on the mortal side are labelled as blasphemy |
More than I am, puts the taste in the dam |
Puts the X in the Clan that puts the brother on land |
It’s like that y’all, ya don’t stop |
Because the sight of the Watch is sure to shock |
From the beginning |
From the beginning is it winning, is it ever? |
Unearthly, resistance, forever |
You think your thief based system is clever? |
It’s a simplistic, endeavor |
I checkmate, terminate, never late, contemplate |
Mindstate is never fake, hesitate you lose |
No shoes ever do I kick around in boots |
I simply drop the science that just speaks about the (?) |
In our nature’s, flavor, lacking from the coon |
Now our dream for the younger, when will the rover take reign? |
Is it a joke or something you can’t cope with |
Devils keep avoiding, people keep on hopin |
For the move and groove, put your dead body in a soothin mood |
Don’t need no air, no sex, and no food |
The tool, is mine, to use — Blackward row |
Ahhhh. riding the crossroad! |
Brother J on the wheel |
Sugar Shaft in the back with Queen Nefretiti |
Yo J, push it to the full nine |
And let’s move. zoom! |
Day two-dark-zero-zero and it circles degree |
Brother one makes up a system bring oppressors to knees |
I speak a language universal, check on how I use it |
Dwellers of this planet, labelled it as music |
I come and I go from where the land where the milk flows |
Earthbound to mortals what they lack the Brother will know |
I’m buildin temples made of MANY dimensions |
Illogic and cosmic, are not an extension |
Now many many gather and they say, «Bro J; |
Tell me the direction of the crossroad way» |
Up on the down stroke, valley in the middle |
On through the thorns as if you could ever figure |
Nothin is balance unless balance is irregular |
Misplaced, heed chaos to bass |
Some talk to doo-doo, and miss the voodoo |
I’m like the guru, your baby’s doin judo |
Why don’t you just sit, and contemplate on this |
This is much more than your white boy diss |
Or your fat gold chain, the wash on your brain |
The fleas in your system, what then remains |
But a science that’s deeper than deep, nine the odd |
Harder than hard so now the journey to Gods begins |
From the blood to the greenest of earth |
Elemental is my nature and the strength in my verse |
And zeroes who remain in two truth is key |
To release us from the shackles Armageddeon will be |
It’s like that y’all, ya don’t stop |
Ah Sugar Shaft in the house ya don’t stop |
Ah Brother J funkin lesson ya don’t stop |
Ah Paradise architect ya don’t stop |
Professor X overseer ya don’t stop |
X-Clan in the house, you don’t stop |
Blackwatch for the justice you don’t quit. |
Ahhhhhh… listen |
With a diamond in the back, a sunroof top |
A ride called pinkie, and a black boot to the pedal |
Pushin us to the full nine |
We step to you in blackness, with a gangsta lean |
By the way, VANGLORIOUS |
This is protected, by the red, the black, and the green |
With a KEY, in the ignition, SISSYYYYYYY! |