Funkin’ Lesson X Clan

[Intro: Professor X]
Freedom or death, we shall all be moved
Vanglorious
This is protected by the red, the black, and the green
With a key, sissy!

[Brother J]
Abracadabra, Allah baby, professor
All hail Funkin' Lesson
Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls
Now behold, let the legend unfold
Born in a cosmos, with no time and space to exist
Vibe in the midst of the chaos
Mortals label me as illogical, mythological
They couldn't comprehend when I brought the word
A stick called verb, a black steel nerve
Teaching those actors and actresses
Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really?
Then they label me a sin
When a brother just speaks 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