Funkin' Lesson (feat. Brother J)

Freedom or death, we shall all be moved, Vanglorious!

This is protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key

Sissy, huh

Abracadabra, Allah baby, professor, all hail Funkin' Lesson

Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls

Now behold, let the legend unfold

Born unto cosmos for no time and space to exist

Vibe in the midst of the chaos

Mourners label me as illogical, mythological

They couldn't comprehend when I brought the word

A stick called verb, a black steel nerve

Teachin' those actors and actresses

Who write a couple lines on what black is, really?

Then they label me a sin

When a brother just speak 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

Get in down on the one which we believe in

Can I get it on the good foot, get gone

Huh, huh, huh, huh

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 cells

Antennae 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

They're 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 goin', what's your speed?

What's your pleasure, what's your need?

Trees to 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

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, probably black

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 fully un-attuned

Wheat bread, tasty jam, come take a stroke to the rhythm of the grand

Verbalizer comin' 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, arrive to 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