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!