Voodoo - X-Clan, RBX, Quazedelic

Ahhhh… Vanglorious

This is protected by the Red.

the black and the green

With a key, Sissies !

(Scratching)

Voodoo they thumpin to my magic

Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics

Voodoo, they callin for the magic

Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin

Yea

Crossroad walker, roots man villa

Got my mic beam sliced on that Mega Godzilla (G.O.D.)

Sam Snead, Rude Boy, Masta Killa

My cup spilleth over so I cleanse dirty (unknown)

Rebel milk churner my hydroglycerin cream sets off in two burners

Broadcast while at Ted Turner’s

Networks observe vocal dramas

From pimps to the lamas I serve like Benihana’s

Skull snappa-dada J Supreme Aba

My Sun the Joshua earth seed Black Madonna

Theory big bang evolution God ethics

Told jewels as gold one path through mathematics

The conscious terrorist warfare kinetics

Extreme level phonics (forwarned) granted it’s hectic

Deadline for fools think twice before you said it

First steps a doosey no hell your drop is endless…

(RBX)Ahhhhh

To the east blackwards

And it won’t stop, can’t and will not stop… Forward

(Quazadelic)Oooh, come on round to the livest sound funkin' lessons will begin

You got the Grand Verbalizer spittin the tone, X-Clan son it’s on again

(Brother J) Now what they hollerin bout?

Voodoo, they thumpin to my magic

Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics

Voodoo, they callin for the magic

Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin

Shaman of street knowledge the art of survival’s my recipe

My roots be harmonious therapy (Uh huh)

Kiddin they ready be ready for X-Clan

We cipher like 720, we cycle the life’s span

We evolve and expand the blood race and land

And brother’s who connection we live free in the land

We spark the God man arm ligga-ligga (ahhhhhh)

We doin it true too and we measure beyond bars

The seat to the east is empty

Distracted by terror and the sacrifice for war is plenty

Much death goin down and pending

We stop payin dues in the streets like thuggery is the ending

(Quazadelic)Oooh, come on round to the livest sound funkin' lessons will begin

You got the Grand Verbalizer spittin' the tone, X-Clan son it’s on again

(Brother J) Now what they hollerin' bout?

Voodoo, they thumpin' to my magic

Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics

Voodoo, they callin' for the magic

Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin'

Voodoo they shakin to my lines

Reflect to my roots and build a whole new design

And when they say hip hop they don’t expect civilized

To manifest with content and specialized rides

And you know how we do when we servin that black

Indigenous funk way before that Sugar Hill rap, head crack

Son let these mortals adapt to the irresistible rhythm of my voodoo style raps

Builders, ballers, new jacks, vets

The funk of the acquired is controlling the set

The crossroads cipher will replenish the X

And if ya frontin on the Clan son protect ya neck, come on

(Quazadelic)Oooh, come on round to the livest sound funkin' lessons will begin

You got the Grand Verbalizer spittin' the tone, X-Clan son it’s on again

(Brother J) Now what they hollerin bout?

Voodoo, they thumpin' to my magic

Too black too strong I sing songs of mathematics

Voodoo, they callin' for the magic

Give the people what they want and commence to skull snappin'

(RBX)From Professor X to the Narrator X

You cannot cross ot the X, the X-Clan

And my name is Kunta Kinte, not Tobey

Sissieeeeeeeee!