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Ha-ha-ha-ha
Peace to the gods, peace, Allah
Ay, yo, there go that brother Grand Puba
I heard that brother got knowledge of self
Yo, true indeed brother
Yo, let's have that brother come over and add on to the cipher
Sunshine, everybody loves the sunshine
Folks, get down in the sunshine
Everybody loves the sunshine
My life, my life, my life, my life!
Ay, yo, knowledge this
The attribute Hagi, helper to another god in need, He, Allah, God, Islam
As I proceed to civilize the uncivilized
Word of wisdom to the groove from the wise (speak on it, God)
I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm movin' blackwards
This Asiatic black man is a 'dog', spelled backwards
The maker, the owner, the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifestin' thoughts with my infinite styles
Makin' sure this travels twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this (speak on it, God)
Preacher got my Old Earth puttin' money in a pan
For the rest of the week, now I'm eatin' out a soup can
He has a home, drives his caddy through town
Has my Old Earth believin' that he's comin' from the ground (Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the pipe
A drug controlled substance contained in a vial
Set up by the Devil, as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of trick-nology
But I have knowledge of myself, you're not foolin' me
You see, the answer to me is black unity
Unification, to help our bad situation
I wrote this on the day of wisdom, power
All bein' born to myself (God)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid, that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now, our babies are born to think this is the way of us (the way of us)
That's the way the Devil wants it, so it is no fuss (it is no fuss)
It's just that sad old song, "Self-destruction", to stop our reproduction