page? . .'Funkin Lesson' by:xclan (professor x)freedom or death.we shall all b moved. vanglorius. this is protectd by the red, black, & the green! with a key! sissys! huh. {brotha j}abracadabra. allah baby professor. all hail funkin lesson. sweet tongue. grand writer of scrolls. now b hold. let the legend unfold.born into cosmos-for no time in space to exsist.vibe in the mist of chaos. mou rners label me as illogi cal,mythological. they couldnt comprehend wen i brought the word a stick called verb. a black steel nerve.teach n those actors&actress es,who write a couple of lines on wat black is, really?then they label me a sin,cuz a brother jus speaks frm within. i guess im darkr than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always scared 2 go in, booh! i wear books & breads, bags&braids, stick&scrolls,rings&shades,walk in the light of the moon. but ive never been a batman, african:call it blackman brother extracts ur afri can steps in ur movem ents,enhance 4 improv ements.grandfunk: a new home 4 the phrase

page1 . .'Funkin Lesson' by:xclan (professor x)freedom or death.we shall all b moved. vanglorius. this is protectd by the red, black, & the green! with a key! sissys! huh. {brotha j}abracadabra. allah baby professor. all hail funkin lesson. sweet tongue. grand writer of scrolls. now b hold. let the legend unfold.born into cosmos-for no time in space to exsist.vibe in the mist of chaos. mou rners label me as illogi cal,mythological. they couldnt comprehend wen i brought the word a stick called verb. a black steel nerve.teach n those actors&actress es,who write a couple of lines on wat black is, really?then they label me a sin,cuz a brother jus speaks frm within. i guess im darkr than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always scared 2 go in, booh! i wear books & breads, bags&braids, stick&scrolls,rings&shades,walk in the light of the moon. but ive never been a batman, african:call it blackman brother extracts ur afri can steps in ur movem ents,enhance 4 improv ements.grandfunk: a new home 4 the phrase

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Its cool. . keep on posting.

Page2. . 'Funkin lesson' the pathways.ready or not,here we come.gett in-Down on the one which we believe in! One nation under a groove.can i get it on my goodfoot? Get gone now.huh(4x)Let me tell u abt blackness-Grits n cornbread, how can u act this? I exsist on a plane where the jar is my brain,im livin 2 retr eive cells.atennae my stick,picture bigger, made of liquor,figure. The pull of the trigger goes,'Zoom' not 'Boom' not a bunch of sissys but saviors braver. The red,black&Green-Its just so much more than red black & green. U ask wat i mean?but yet the sundial shades on lights&Dreams! Watch too late? Oops up side ur head.u drop thru abyss like lead. Where u goin? Wats ur speed? Wats ur pleasu re? Wats ur need? Tree s to branches-Roots to seeds.forwards,back wards-Many degrees! Questions,answers, wats the sum? We hav e come.(Professor X) OUT of the darkness in panther skins comes doctors:bearing the re medy of ur exsistance. yes it gets blacker, wit a nat turner lick. marti n,Adam,Malcolm,Huey, {contin-u

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Page3. Theres a party @ the crossroads!! I re turned frm the stone crib,bringing verbal milk. A stool & a bib. Be filled of the black sap. Frm the tri womb, it flo ws fully unattuned. Wheat bread, tasty jam come take a stroke to the rhythym of the Gra nd-Verbalizer! comin frm he temple of void. crown frm a hat, man frm a boy,onward ride, as i talk of Rah,convers e with Horace, create with Ptah. arrive to Geh to roar with blast,"Aton Tamu"As i ride the raft. Roof of the world, i sit crosslegged, right over left. Drums of dance 2 drums of war, who knows the score? Speak no more! Who watches down with the eyes of black? To the east, blackwards, sissys!=End

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"gRaNd VeRbALiZeR" by: xclan. . . grand verbalizer wat time is it? (BrotherJ) african.very african. come&Step in brothers temple,see wats happenin!frm the bass low comin dwn frm bel ow.tell me wat a sissy know? Funkin lesson is a new flow. Stalkn walk in my big black boots, livin off the earth eati ng-Herbs&Fruits.The ch ildren await me by the mountain in the river. And gather arnd the fir e 4 the scroll that i del iver! Comin immaculate frm the sand, the sky. . And devil's takin pleas ure-Want2 measure how high? Ur body reve als-U,ur mind cant catch it. The nation of God goes far byond bra ckets. come in2 my oven devils,come& u burn. i can always catc h-a-fire wen my streng th- is blackword. ur pis sin-me off cuz u swear ur higher level,back 2 ur cave, get urself 2 gether! silly & magilla, chocolate&vanilla. how could polar bears swing on vines of the gorillas? please! ur jst floating cuz theres su mthng amiss. im up in the clouds. ur dwn in abyss. ur freakin wile ur teachn& . . .{cont}

G.V.PAGE 2. . UR speakn rap rhymes. Its halfwa y-2 the sun, thats the mortals last time.. . . . Chorus:G.V, WAT TIME IS IT? {3X} . . .How deep deep! deeper than atla ntis-deeper than the sea floor. traveled by the mantis. u copycats will never know.4 u the funk will never flow! and thats another blow make ur move beef app rentice-i never step, im a tribal groove ur mast er-hasnt figured yet. run ur weapons thru my swords&shield-wat the higher level if ur shxt aint real? my myst ic-magic. watcha gona do?Think b4 u step upon the rebel, silly mortal you! u try 2 cum but ur mind wont catch. its like cookies in the oven, if u wana burn a batch u just burn!{rep. chorus}like this like that like that like this. how sharp is a word? how firm is a fist! orig inals-come from the sand and the sword, in the concrete, fighting wars in the street. the day of outrage. history another page. u lack the word of this, but now there is BrotherJ: WERE the warriors of the masses, all the benevolent, punks play in asses. {cont.}

G.V. .PAGE3.,.u damn sissys always flunk 4 the glory, sissy bomb is comin! But thats anoth er-Story. So many peop le-4got where they came. Disrespect religion but their living is lame. Blackwatch? How u living? Zoom! Flow of the Nile. zoom! then record the second the time of a sundial. wat we see 4 the GODS 2 b.wat it was,wat it is, &again shall b. wats my mindstake if my stake aint black? but Moses,Malcolm, & Huey ur back! go from the need,go frm verb 2 verb, sit back & take heed, brother, u must learn. swimmin in the books, but the books aint hittin,the scales of a black man, ways of the livin. . . .~{end}~

"verbs of power"by: xclan. . page1. . . .now heres the sum of another drum. now mo rtals-aware,now prepare 4 illogical son. my verbs of power r the spiritual spank, my deep blackness, ur mind gets dank.Revelat ion-2 Genesis,sumthng u cannot dismiss. Keys to the crossroad,come to abyss.and find a verb stick,swingin wile im livin,giving the rythy m-Heed the word, and the bass drop given. A funkdown,super sound. Lyrical,visual, illogical wisdom, 4ever, contin ual. Ur living simplistic ally, yet speak of realit y-ur science? Elementa ry!dare speak? U cant get with me. Look @ the wax. Its hieroglyph ic-its actual fact. Im no t-Reading&Striving to "Wannabe" black. Here s-The move, cuz i see none. I never boast i never brag i get the job done. Im not the Aldous Huxley political. Nor am i the physical. The rhythmical spiritua l-The mystical magical. Movement is circle. Never 90 degrees 2 a square. Im the gorilla robotics will run in a scare. Just 2 find the zeros the ground. Com e-Into my temple have {Continued}

V.O.P. PAGE 2. . Have a seat @ the round. feel the power. {Professor X} BROTHA BROTHA BROTHA how u make em get down? {Brother J} Professa Overseer ive got pimp in my crown. It was the pimp that drove the mounta inous-Elephant..it was ignorance that made this irrelevent. Im not a pastaboy, im the african,call me by nam e-Im the original, i taught u 2 set up this game. U silly mortal, keep on playn the trum p-I thnk theyre gona have to get me from stompin&Kickn ur rump once again how it cums in the trend. I said, "Free South Africa" u went 2 Berlin. Now theres the problem, i stand firm, beating my chest. U think a silly polar bear could put this 2 rest? And yet they still will apologize while i will epitomize. Embrace my children. Show them creators eyes. On 2 the path of the mystical. Teachn the math. No more to suffer. Its time 4 the wrath, feel the power. {CONTINUED}

'V.O.P' PAGE3. . .Onto the thrown, the thrown i come forth. weapon of our rule, the verbs of gr8,Thoth. Look@ the sundial. Look@ the child of man. Wheres the faith in the spirit? The master plan? Opportunity. The spoils of religion of GOD MAN. HERE 2 the rescue the drum jam. fire, water, air, and earth. i am the fool, teaching power that i could never learn in school. i am the teacher frm the far and beyond. turn an apple 2 a lotus. turn a rib to a wand. to compare me or dare me is foolish its more than a job. no entertainment. illogical odd God.has come. Str8 frm AmonTet. with the herb dish. come with the verb stick. the bag of new tricks. stronger than ever. my intent on the universe. coming of immortals. is the strength of the verse. thats the POWER. {END}

I will add one more song a bit later. Hope yall liked it. Different 4 sho. Very dated. Good beats tho.

In the ways of the scales [I.T.W.O.T.S]~By: x-clan :-] the plug has been lifted from the unjoint jar...all cascade of black, perfume of the hour. . [i.t.w.o.t.s] the past has been written. rolled & seale d-in a scroll.[.I.T.W.O.T.S] The eyes of the hawk ranges the sky unblinking. .opened [i.t.w.o.t.s] perfect. . . . CHORUS:Theres no begi nning-And there is no end.[4x] {Brother j} once again, the illogica l-One. .bring ur mind state 2 the darkside of the sun. Music 4 creato r- 2 give no slacks. So i stepped frm the board. 2 keep my eyes on blak now my religion is reali ty-Come take a drink frm the gr8 uerb stick. Coming with authority grouping the majority this is not ur Gimmick or ur fraudulent trick... Now i see children of originals, doomed to lose. Teachers & preac hes, remain confused. Talkn abt humans in true black ways..talkn revolution&Ur out to entertain! Ignorance i grab u by ur crackhead neck, take u back 2 egypt where u'll learn respect. And on one knee & thru 1 way. .u'll follow {Continued}

{i.t.w.o.t.s} . .page2. . . out the path of the new sun way. let it click. here comes the royal of authority, grooving up the masters of majority. people have a problem with my step. but u see im an example of the 'x. . travel with my bag, with my books and fruit. rose up the ladde r-not jeans and boots. tip frm the sundial, time 4 the drum dum diddy dum, funk cat has begun. . to the scales. . {professah x} above all of the nite i rise like the sun. .like the moon above day palms. .wher e- there is light i enter absolute. . where there is dark there is none of me. . like the moon above day palms i rise. i am sworn 2 life, i am bound to death. . i take my oath under the sword. . . .

{I.t.w.o.t.s} page3 . . . .{Repeat chorus} scale to weigh, i speak ballad im never ill. I never will i wont have it. U see queens are of men & real men dont play. .its like moon 4 the nite time, & sun 4 a day. I am an african i dont wear greek. Must of we be reminded of the legendary thief. .who tried to make peace in comparison to egypt. But they got gypped, cuz their minds not equipped. I see a cave boy & they try to play black, give a gas face & ur bound to get slapped. And dont play stupid im a pyramid stalker. .witness my soul on the base sun rd chillin wit da pharoahs & my ages has been. Doin this 4ever & u ask since when. Time is but a word & of little concern, & not another second will we red burn. To walk one way & to walk one path. w.o.t.scale of the after math. chorus 1x. . . . ,{T.n.b.a.t.i.n.e} (Brother j) welcome 2 my science, now seems ur always with it brotha j, funk me, i come again, i stick it. Sum say its too deep & sum stay strong. Some say the truth hurts and i say,'Wrong' . .(continu)

~I.t.w.o.t.s.~Page4. . .awaken osirus, its time 4 war. Mount ur chariot i cant take no more. Life or death, it doesnt matter. I come again. Theres no beginning & t.i.n.end..popped the stage, turned the page. Coming of Isis, queen mother of rage. witnes the sex, overseer,the x, give a taste, wats next. show&improve. wats the true move. u come inside & present the strong groove. its reall y-about vine 4 a kibk like this.. . .ways o.t.s. scientific fist. have a kiss. {professor x}By the way. . VanGlorius. this is protected by the red. the black, and the green! @ the crossroads. . .sissy!! with a key!! [repeat chorus] t.n.b.a.t.i.n.e. .

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