X-Clan - Fire & Earth (100% Natural) Lyrics
Cave men! (You better hush!) Cave women! (Hush!) Neanderthal (Hush!)Troglodytes! (Gun shot.)(Somebody's calling my name....)Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on!To the East, my brother, to the East!Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on!To the East, my brother, to the East!To the East, my brother, to the East, yeah!To the East, my brother, to the East!To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, mybrother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East![Professor X]Yes! I'm that kind of niggaThe one you fear, be scared you can't figureThe one that has the finger on the trigger, boom!In the cut of zoomIn the darkness, the halo, the moon!Stepping ta' ya' real soonAh!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-nessHaving 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 yourselfIf you don't get any biggerPink Caddy driving, black boot stompingYes! I'm that kind of niggaBrother 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 thisAnd yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue thisIn the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimpNo jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimpsThe ever-nappy crew setting the moodI raise my fuel for my firm attitudeWalking through the streets with my war cry spearCertain folks know it means doom when they hearMy firm, black boots with no spurs attachedBut let me give a second, cause I might detach yaMy black boots if you confuseI lose my peoples in the words you chooseFor writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?And yet you wanna' be down, clownSo many wanna' be down, with the illogical oddSteppin' through your cave-boy crewYour nest of wars, with your bald hair-do!Media weapons! News at 11!Paper at 6 or systematic tricksAnd that's why I do what I doSay how I feel so you get it on the realTrue, true, any rapper will subdueTry to test some buddy business and submit my whole crewThe front page says outrageThere's no gauge, cause it's time for the MAC!Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all thatTo the vibes of the pro-BlackIt's like that as I wind up my wristCheck out the smack of the scientific fistBut on a level to the East I flowCause with Freedom or Death, there's no choice, you know?Still on the topic of the P-R-OWhen I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O[Professor X]Over and under as I progress to thisGot no time to be hanging out with humanistsRaise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fistServe we nationally comes the dissHumanity keep it with us we break edictsMilwaukee, the brutality, how can you dismiss?So,Off to the road we go you knowFollow the pro-nigga flowOff to the road you know we goFollow the pro-nigga flowFor you and yours, legislationPast-purpose agitationBy way of the old ??? emancipationZoom, zoom, zoom revelationCometh pro-Black dedicationThe solution: revolution Evolution the conclusion:the trigger!Please, a let me take a swiggerAnd if you don't get any biggerYes, I'm that kind of nigga!Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!To the East, my brother, to the East!Come on! To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!To the East, my brother, to the East!To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother,to the East, my brother, to the East![Brother J]Yeah! Revolution, evolution, the solutionNo amendments, and burn the ConstitutionYou take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ersWho ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggasKnow why? Cause I'm that nigga that they can't standThat teach an African how to say, "Black man!"And I'm that nigga they can plainly seeWith the nationalist colors of the red, black, greenYeah! I'm the one who cut Tarzan's vineRan his ass out the jungle with his homeboy swineOne of those brothers that they just can't findThat makes 'em shake and make 'em shiver when it comes nighttimeYeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slapThe old systematic dues all Irish do Japs. Yeah!You hear me? Boy, you'd better make way!Enough action and totally nothing to sayAnd here's a message to the Rainbow crewAnd their fearless leader, Captain Human:Revolution is not humanism!Individualism and not separatism!Hey! Point blank, living-ism is a tankCause 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 animalBut in Milwaukee there's a cannibalCheck it! Some of the things that you just don't figureCause it gets a lot Blacker and a whole lot biggerNo matter, nightstick or bring your big triggerOur nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas![Professor X]Making note of some minors.I'm not talking baseball,because if I wasBrother 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!
