[Professor X]
   Come diddy-dum!
   Welcome to this archaeological find!
   At the road, witness me
   Before the coming of the Sun;
   peeking at you from the Eastern side of Plutonia
   Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
   Ten hun-zu, see you in from the Zero, take 'em to the three
   Stand firm at the five; here's a star and a shield to support you
   at the nine!
  
   [Brother J]
   It's like A - D - A - M
   Prepare your mind, run tell your children
   Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
   Now see from the Father, how funky can you get?
   Now my activity is cosmi-tivity
   Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality
   I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
   Not even cosmic dimensions and such
   But many fools, they try to post a duel
   Try to post a front but they know it ain't cool, yeah
   Boy, my mind goes back to things, just like the cosmic battle
   When sword was my rattle
   Shield was my bib, and sarcophagi my crib
   Not measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for God
   Illogical god, I was created and formed
   Verbal shogun, yes, the cosmic storm
   Who? Scrolls to lyrics to bust
   I roll 'em up with the papyrus, funk sealed, in God we trust
   I laid it down from circumference to dry space
   And now I'm back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
   Energized by another plane
   By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
   They can't beat me, so they try to eat me!
   They can't keep me, so they try to freak me
   Positive sin, again and again, degrees in a spin
   Verbs all your silly mortal g-g-grin
   Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters
   Take control of your body like the farmer's daughter
   And as you beg for control, what's the reason? What's the reason?
   Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic
   Teh-hun-zu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it
   Six-foot black boot god in the suit of the warrior
   So now I'm taller 'n 'ya,check'n me out
   A - D - A - M
   Prepare your mind, run, tell your children
   Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
   Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
   Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
   When it's time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed...
   Dar'Cause I existed in the valley of the Father
   I got whooped by my mate
   'Cause the fruit had a taste
   Of the curse that served as a marker
   Now here we go, to deal, with all the little "-isms"
   To define me in simple "-ologies," Hell no!
   On with the flow, here we go, sickamo'
   Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
   Niggas didn't catch it anyway
   They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J"
   Well yeah, right
   East I flow, East I go
   Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
   What do you see? How does it be?
   Is it circumference, or what's up, G?
   It's like that on the break, with a verbal milkshake
   And a godly vainglorious break
  
   [Professor X]
   You shall be moved, logical one!
   After a clear pouncing with energy from the Sun
   At my beckoning - you and your landmark built
   Without the Zero pride
   Shall stumble, crumble my weight of meight
   [???] pretender - your time has come!
  
   [Brother J]
   I once walked the Heavens with Gabriel
   Walked through the desert with Israel
   Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael
   I'm crucified, resurrected - now ask how I feel
   A - D that I AM, that I AM
   From Father flesh to Father Solomon
   From the pinky to the thumb 'pon my hand
   Bring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam
   But yet I'm judged, leather prophet and all that
   Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat
   And yet they ask me, "Brother, what's the time?"
   It's a African drum with some space-age rhymes, man
   Yo not at all, I say it's sexual, infectual, delectable
   I'm not a masturbating intellectual
   And couldn't read it from a book because that bores you all
   So come to Umoja, Kujichagulia
   Ujima, Ujamaa, and purpose stands for "Nia"
   Kuumba, Imani, daughter named [?]Simani[?]
   Came to the planet, Father [?]Afer[?] left his body
   So leave the boy in the coffin within
   Raise your head, let's the A to the D to the A to the M
   This is the message from the Cosmic Storm
   With the doubters and the judges, disbelievers be warned!
  
   [Professor X]
   With a shield of David on the grill
   And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink
   Bring on your G's, your Q's, your R's and your Alphas
   It is done - Shalom! And ya don't stop - Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!
   k sun will get darker