[Professor X] Come one, come all. We have the elixir that cures all that ails you Traveling the four corners of the road. Straight from the well, as it pointed the hill the remnant to your hell(?). Come, Yahweh! Come Joshua! Come, David! Confrontation with the soul has come! [Brother J] In the ways of God! Xodus, feel the vibes of the wrath of God! Spoke the biological are God, one Systematic terror, that's forever Big Lord shredder, legendary weed getter The dark president, the dark sun resident Will give more reason to impeach a president And all the puppets in the other square lay Supporting three Ks and Amerikkka can wait So now a brother bears fruits and herbs Cause apples pie's toxic, it slurs my words And how could I reach a Black nation? The vibration, sensations, like that! Is that a combat? And either pimp slap? There's other missionaries who would have me off track But heed is a lead is a positive sin And you can't you can't stop me, so let's stop your grin So prepare your mind like a [sic] A to the M From the Genesis to the Revelations and Here comes the kick of the Xodus riff It goes a little something like this, check it out: 1-2-3 and a 3-2-1 Here comes the rhythm of the warrior's dun Shut out the mind to the God Te-Hun As we begin with the warrior's flex Yeah! Fee to the Fi and Fo to the Fum! I smell the game of four wicked mortal men Try to play my mind, try to play me humdrum But now it gets dumb, and here comes the sum More and more and more, and this loud cry, ?Free? Siggy-siggy glance and the Now my attitude is worse than an AK Clip never stopping when it's time to kick or spray! I jiggy-jiggy-jiggy-judge a brother won't budge Now kick it to the middle, cause that's how you get 'em Now, God, now what's a brother do? I try to keep my patience, but now I'm out the truth One-Zero, now I crew shoed Bad attitude cause I have enough food Next days, they try to condemn me But, yo, I'd just be me as it remains it will be Friggy way these verbs stick the whole nine Part of the thighs of the cosmic child Got your clean cut American Strictly African, my look is terrorism What's the seravist, don't call me Communist! I'm just a bro'! Not New Jack or Joe And Freedom or Death, this means I'm going for broke It means my life is my death My attitude should reflect I met a dude, the cosmic god All father respect [Professor X] The Xodus! Come forward, young black. What ails you? You say the value in your system rejects to feeling outrage? Take a sip. Ah! Feel the surge. The red! The black! The green! Through your veins to your heart, come stomp with me! [Brother J] Back from the peak of Heaven, the depths of Hell If you feel voodoo, and here's my spell To teach my people, and, Yes, rock well And very, very black I hear some niggas talking 'bout they'll paint the White House black I'd blow the sucker up and pressure on the attack And Frontline, you'll find, the government swine Find themselves caught up in a bind But when will you figure A vibe in a vigour A pro-Black nigga, Black nigga, Black nigga! Or would you ask me if I'm a humanist? Or down with Swiss Miss or anyone from the abyss? We're down to the core I can't take it no more! With no legend or Almost prove law With no funny moves for the earthly residents Cause Dark Sun Riders were firmly handling So, on to the school of common sense In God we trust, the Xodus [Professor X] Come diddy-dum. To the flag: the red the black and the green! Ah! Alafia (?) and do good. Tu-tah and mallah (?), da-da. Peace!
Songwriters: CARSON, LUMUMBA / HUNTER, JASON RICHARD / GRAY, CLAUDE / CLINTON, GEORGE JR. / COLLINS, WILLIAM EARL / WORRELL, BERNARD / BONNER, LEROY / JONES, MARSHALL EUGENE / MIDDLEBROOKS, RALPH / MORRISON, WALTER JR. / NAPIER, NORMAN / NOLAND, ANDREW / PIERCE, MARVI