X-Clan - Raise the Flag lyrics

Brother J: Descending from the tribes of Africa Inspired by the great black leaders Professor X: Vanglorious This is protected By the Red, the Black and the Green With a key Zoom (Dynamic Articulate Perceptive Courageous Outspoken) Brother J: One man is not a nation, Brother builds a Clan Certer than the circle creates the better man The colors, the brothers, the key, the motherland This causes to a**emble this blackman Red, Black and Green are the colors of the flag on the rise Cause a nation should be guised Another flowing, as I comfort sons and daughters Knowledge leads the way, so I flow like Nile's waters African-American rebel of authority Majority, while I'm so-called minority Sometimes they ask me, "Why are you the rebel? Is that the way you choose, attain the ba** and treble?" Yup - "Brother, don't get deep," that's what they tellin me Just like a sell-out, while society Gets stronger and stronger, my race gets weaker and weaker Maybe I can make a difference through a mic and a speaker So my lyrics flow different than a hip-hop be bop Mic controller who turns out to be the flop My wisdom God-given, excercised 'pon a rhythm Power postive and strictly Bible, that's how I'm livin Fortress we establish high, so none attack it Back to the ways of our mathmatic blackness They can't solve it, it's somethin they can't catch Took respect off our lives, so now I'm snatchin it back Power flows in the nation, there is life in the key Let us all bind together in the Red, the Black, the Green One vanglorious way, through the heart, unified And that should be the guide For the younger nation, so they can build the tribes After and beyond keep the colors alive A message through lyrics and beats composed Bring composure outstanding direct to those Who understand what was taken, xeroxed and stripped naked Today's pig shall be tomorrow's bacon Education brings false words, what do they teach? Everything that I learned I had to self-reach What do you know of a race that's dyin hourly? The smartest men in the world, they in a bowery Or either trapped or brain-washed on a come-up Kicked to the bu*t, wake up, are you some kind of nut? Are you blind, can't you see what's never seen? We need some unity within the colors of the (Red, Black and Green) Garvey-like brotherhood flows with the vibe And with the key, the flag is kept alive The sense of power, native to a different land Originality, fact that I understand A black fist, black power and a black man X Clan take a stand with the other hand Usin this as a gimmick, yo man, I'll catch you Fetch you, kick my foot and then direct you In the right path, succotash Don't ask me 'bout the aftermath You do what? Don't make me laugh Dummy, I am protected by forces beyond you Think before you step before the rebel, silly mortal, you Wearin Mother's tags, and you don't know what they mean All you are concerned with is greedy man's green Sportin your medaillons, cause they matchin with your outfit Your posse's wearin it, man, that's so illegit Without definition you represent the fraudulent Blessed with blackness, but now you're just doggin it Tooth for tooth, and a man for man Ignorance take a pause and we'll all understand Independence is one thing when unity is stronger No one to realize the pressure last longer I'm just one man who fears for the worst Cause if we don't take a stand someone will step first And then... Professor X: No justice, no peace Father Moses, Osiris, Oisis Patrice Lumumba Malcolm X Marcus Garvey Sonny Carson The Blackwatch Sissy! Sissy!