Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the... [Hush!]
  Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]
  
  [Somebody's calling my name....]
  
  [Brother J]
  Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on!
  
  [Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
  [Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on!
  [X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
  [J] To the East, my brother, to the East, yeah!
  [X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
  [J] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my
  brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East!
  
  [Professor X]
  Yes! I'm that kind of nigga
  The one you fear, be scared you can't figger
  The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom!
  In the cut of zoom
  In the darkness, the halo, the moon!
  Stepping ta' ya' real soon
  Ah! 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-ness
  Having 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 yourself
  If you don't get any bigger
  Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
  Yes! I'm that kind of nigga
  Brother 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 this
  And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this
  In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp
  No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps
  The ever-nappy crew setting the mood
  I raise my fuel for my firm attitude
  Walking through the streets with my war cry spear
  Certain folks know it means doom when they hear
  My firm, black boots with no spurs attached
  Now let me take a second, cause I might detach
  My black boots if you confuse
  I lose my peoples in the words you choose
  For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?
  Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?
  And yet you wanna' be down, clown
  So many wanna' be down, with the illogical ark
  Steppin' through your cave-boy crew
  Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do!
  Media weapons!
  News at 11!
  Paper at 6 or systematic tricks
  And that's why I do what I do
  Say how I feel so you get it on the real
  True, true, any rapper will subdue
  Try to test some buddy business
  And submit my whole crew
  The front page, says outrage
  There's no gauge, cause it's time for the MAC!
  Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all that
  To the vibes of the pro-Black
  It's like that as I wind up my wrist
  Check out the smack of the scientific fist
  But on a level to the East I go
  Cause with Freedom or Death, there's no choice, you know?
  Still on the topic of the P-R-O
  When I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O
  [Professor X]
  Over and under as I progress to this
  Got no time to be hanging out with humanists
  Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist
  Serve we nationally comes the diss
  Humanity keep it with us we break edicts
  Milwaukee, the brutality, how can you dismiss?
  So, off to the road we go you know
  Follow the pro-nigga flow
  Off to the road you know we go
  Follow the pro-nigga flow
  For you and yours, legislation
  Past-purpose agitation
  By way of the old ??? emancipation
  Zoom, zoom, zoom revelation
  Cometh pro-Black dedication
  The solution: revolution
  Evolution
  The conclusion: the trigger!
  Please, a let me take a swigger
  And if you don't get any bigger
  Yes, I'm that kind of nigga!
  
  [J] Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!
  [X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
  [J] Come on! To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
  [X] To the East, my brother, to the East!
  [J] To the East, my brother, to the East! Yeah!
  [X] To the East, my brother, to the East, my brother,
  to the East, my brother, to the East!
  
  [Brother J]
  Yeah!
  Revolution, evolution, the solution
  No amendments, and burn the Constitution
  You take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ers
  Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas
  Know why? Cause I'm that nigga that they can't stand
  That teach an African how to say, "Black man!"
  And I'm that nigga they can plainly see
  With the nationalist colors of the red, black, green
  Yeah! I'm the one who cut Tarzan's vine
  Ran his ass out the jungle with his homeboy swine
  One of those brothers that they just can't find
  That makes 'em shake and make 'em shiver when it comes nighttime
  Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap
  The old systematic dues
  All Irish do Japs. Yeah!
  You hear me? Boy, you'd better make way!
  Enough action and totally nothing to say
  And here's a message to the Rainbow crew
  And their fearless leader, Captain Human:
  Revolution is not humanism!
  Individualism and not separatism!
  Hey! Point blank, living-ism is a tank
  Cause 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 animal
  But in Milwaukee there's a cannibal
  Check it! Some of the things that you just don't figure
  Cause it gets a lot Blacker and a whole lot bigger
  No matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
  Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
  
  [Professor X]
  Making note of some minors. I'm not talking baseball, cause if I was
  Brother 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!