A.D.A.M. 歌词

歌曲	A.D.A.M.
歌手	X Clan
专辑	Xodus - The New Testament
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Carson, Gray, Hunter ...
	Come diddy-dum!
	Welcome to this archaeological find!
	At the road, witness me
	Before the coming of the Sun;
	Peeking at you from the Eastern side of Plutonia
	Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
	Ten hun-zu, see you in from the Zero, take 'em to the three
	Stand firm at the five; here's a star and a shield to support you
	At the nine!
	[Brother J]
	It's like A - D - A - M
	Prepare your mind, run tell your children
	Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
	Now see from the Father, how funky can you get?
	Now my activity is cosmi-tivity
	Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality
	I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
	Not even cosmic dimensions and such
	But many fools, they try to post a duel
	Try to post a front but they know it ain't cool, yeah
	Boy, my mind goes back to things, just like the cosmic battle
	When sword was my rattle
	Shield was my bib, and sarcophagi my crib
	Not measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for God
	Illogical god, I was created and formed
	Verbal shogun, yes, the cosmic storm
	Who? Scrolls to lyrics to bust
	I roll 'em up with the papyrus, funk sealed, in God we trust
	I laid it down from circumference to dry space
	And now I'm back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
	Energized by another plane
	By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
	They can't beat me, so they try to eat me!
	They can't keep me, so they try to freak me
	Positive sin, again and again, degrees in a spin
	Verbs all your silly mortal g-g-grin
	Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters
	Take control of your body like the farmer's daughter
	And as you beg for control, what's the reason? What's the reason?
	Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic
	Teh-hun-zu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it
	Six-foot black boot god in the suit of the warrior
	So now I'm taller 'n 'ya,check'n me out
	A - D - A - M
	Prepare your mind, run, tell your children
	Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
	Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
	Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
	When it's time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed...
	Dark sun will get darker
	'Cause I existed in the valley of the Father
	I got whooped by my mate
	'Cause the fruit had a taste
	Of the curse that served as a marker
	Now here we go, to deal, with all the little "-isms"
	To define me in simple "-ologies," Hell no!
	On with the flow, here we go, sickamo'
	Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
	Niggas didn't catch it anyway
	They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J"
	Well yeah, right
	East I flow, East I go
	Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
	What do you see? How does it be?
	Is it circumference, or what's up, G?
	It's like that on the break, with a verbal milkshake
	And a godly vainglorious break
	[Professor X]
	You shall be moved, logical one!
	After a clear pouncing with energy from the Sun
	At my beckoning - you and your landmark built
	Without the Zero pride
	Shall crumble, stumble my way to might
	[???] pretender - your time has come!
	[Brother J]
	I once walked the Heavens with Gabriel
	Walked through the desert with Israel
	Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael
	I'm crucified, resurrected - now ask how I feel
	A - D that I AM, that I AM
	From Father flesh to Father Solomon
	From the pinky to the thumb 'pon my hand
	Bring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam
	But yet I'm judged, leather prophet and all that
	Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat
	And yet they ask me, "Brother, what's the time?"
	It's a African drum with some space-age rhymes, man
	Yo not at all, I say it's sexual, infectual, delectable
	I'm not a masturbating intellectual
	And couldn't read it from a book because that bores you all
	So come to Umoja, Kujichagulia
	Ujima, Ujamaa, and purpose stands for "Nia"
	Kuumba, Imani, daughter named [?]Simani[?]
	Came to the planet, Father [?]Afer[?] left his body
	So leave the boy in the coffin within
	Raise your head, let's the A to the D to the A to the M
	This is the message from the Cosmic Storm
	With the doubters and the judges, disbelievers be warned!
	[Professor X]
	With a shield of David on the grill
	And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink
	Bring on your G's, your Q's, your R's and your Alphas
	It is time - Shalom! And ya don't stop - Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!

	zuo ci : Carson, Gray, Hunter ...
	Come diddydum!
	Welcome to this archaeological find!
	At the road, witness me
	Before the coming of the Sun
	Peeking at you from the Eastern side of Plutonia
	Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
	Ten hunzu, see you in from the Zero, take ' em to the three
	Stand firm at the five here' s a star and a shield to support you
	At the nine!
	Brother J
	It' s like A D A M
	Prepare your mind, run tell your children
	Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
	Now see from the Father, how funky can you get?
	Now my activity is cosmitivity
	Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality
	I' m not measured by tradition, or any type of ' ligion, huh
	Not even cosmic dimensions and such
	But many fools, they try to post a duel
	Try to post a front but they know it ain' t cool, yeah
	Boy, my mind goes back to things, just like the cosmic battle
	When sword was my rattle
	Shield was my bib, and sarcophagi my crib
	Not measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for God
	Illogical god, I was created and formed
	Verbal shogun, yes, the cosmic storm
	Who? Scrolls to lyrics to bust
	I roll ' em up with the papyrus, funk sealed, in God we trust
	I laid it down from circumference to dry space
	And now I' m back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
	Energized by another plane
	By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
	They can' t beat me, so they try to eat me!
	They can' t keep me, so they try to freak me
	Positive sin, again and again, degrees in a spin
	Verbs all your silly mortal gggrin
	Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters
	Take control of your body like the farmer' s daughter
	And as you beg for control, what' s the reason? What' s the reason?
	Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic
	Tehhunzu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it
	Sixfoot black boot god in the suit of the warrior
	So now I' m taller ' n ' ya, check' n me out
	A D A M
	Prepare your mind, run, tell your children
	Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
	Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
	Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
	When it' s time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed...
	Dark sun will get darker
	' Cause I existed in the valley of the Father
	I got whooped by my mate
	' Cause the fruit had a taste
	Of the curse that served as a marker
	Now here we go, to deal, with all the little " isms"
	To define me in simple " ologies," Hell no!
	On with the flow, here we go, sickamo'
	Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
	Niggas didn' t catch it anyway
	They pat me on the back, talkin' ' bout " Yeah, J"
	Well yeah, right
	East I flow, East I go
	Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
	What do you see? How does it be?
	Is it circumference, or what' s up, G?
	It' s like that on the break, with a verbal milkshake
	And a godly vainglorious break
	Professor X
	You shall be moved, logical one!
	After a clear pouncing with energy from the Sun
	At my beckoning you and your landmark built
	Without the Zero pride
	Shall crumble, stumble my way to might
	??? pretender your time has come!
	Brother J
	I once walked the Heavens with Gabriel
	Walked through the desert with Israel
	Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael
	I' m crucified, resurrected now ask how I feel
	A D that I AM, that I AM
	From Father flesh to Father Solomon
	From the pinky to the thumb ' pon my hand
	Bring a other Caddy and a tribal jjjjam
	But yet I' m judged, leather prophet and all that
	Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat
	And yet they ask me, " Brother, what' s the time?"
	It' s a African drum with some spaceage rhymes, man
	Yo not at all, I say it' s sexual, infectual, delectable
	I' m not a masturbating intellectual
	And couldn' t read it from a book because that bores you all
	So come to Umoja, Kujichagulia
	Ujima, Ujamaa, and purpose stands for " Nia"
	Kuumba, Imani, daughter named ? Simani?
	Came to the planet, Father ? Afer? left his body
	So leave the boy in the coffin within
	Raise your head, let' s the A to the D to the A to the M
	This is the message from the Cosmic Storm
	With the doubters and the judges, disbelievers be warned!
	Professor X
	With a shield of David on the grill
	And the hasbeen proudly adorned with the color pink
	Bring on your G' s, your Q' s, your R' s and your Alphas
	It is time Shalom! And ya don' t stop Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!

	zuò cí : Carson, Gray, Hunter ...
	Come diddydum!
	Welcome to this archaeological find!
	At the road, witness me
	Before the coming of the Sun
	Peeking at you from the Eastern side of Plutonia
	Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
	Ten hunzu, see you in from the Zero, take ' em to the three
	Stand firm at the five here' s a star and a shield to support you
	At the nine!
	Brother J
	It' s like A D A M
	Prepare your mind, run tell your children
	Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
	Now see from the Father, how funky can you get?
	Now my activity is cosmitivity
	Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality
	I' m not measured by tradition, or any type of ' ligion, huh
	Not even cosmic dimensions and such
	But many fools, they try to post a duel
	Try to post a front but they know it ain' t cool, yeah
	Boy, my mind goes back to things, just like the cosmic battle
	When sword was my rattle
	Shield was my bib, and sarcophagi my crib
	Not measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for God
	Illogical god, I was created and formed
	Verbal shogun, yes, the cosmic storm
	Who? Scrolls to lyrics to bust
	I roll ' em up with the papyrus, funk sealed, in God we trust
	I laid it down from circumference to dry space
	And now I' m back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
	Energized by another plane
	By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
	They can' t beat me, so they try to eat me!
	They can' t keep me, so they try to freak me
	Positive sin, again and again, degrees in a spin
	Verbs all your silly mortal gggrin
	Make you feel you could drown in some godly waters
	Take control of your body like the farmer' s daughter
	And as you beg for control, what' s the reason? What' s the reason?
	Yo, I am son of the Chaos so my brothers call me Cosmic
	Tehhunzu for tribal, Brother J when trying to rock it
	Sixfoot black boot god in the suit of the warrior
	So now I' m taller ' n ' ya, check' n me out
	A D A M
	Prepare your mind, run, tell your children
	Fire, air, water, let the Earth make flesh
	Now see from the Father, now how funky can you
	Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such
	When it' s time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed...
	Dark sun will get darker
	' Cause I existed in the valley of the Father
	I got whooped by my mate
	' Cause the fruit had a taste
	Of the curse that served as a marker
	Now here we go, to deal, with all the little " isms"
	To define me in simple " ologies," Hell no!
	On with the flow, here we go, sickamo'
	Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
	Niggas didn' t catch it anyway
	They pat me on the back, talkin' ' bout " Yeah, J"
	Well yeah, right
	East I flow, East I go
	Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
	What do you see? How does it be?
	Is it circumference, or what' s up, G?
	It' s like that on the break, with a verbal milkshake
	And a godly vainglorious break
	Professor X
	You shall be moved, logical one!
	After a clear pouncing with energy from the Sun
	At my beckoning you and your landmark built
	Without the Zero pride
	Shall crumble, stumble my way to might
	??? pretender your time has come!
	Brother J
	I once walked the Heavens with Gabriel
	Walked through the desert with Israel
	Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael
	I' m crucified, resurrected now ask how I feel
	A D that I AM, that I AM
	From Father flesh to Father Solomon
	From the pinky to the thumb ' pon my hand
	Bring a other Caddy and a tribal jjjjam
	But yet I' m judged, leather prophet and all that
	Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat
	And yet they ask me, " Brother, what' s the time?"
	It' s a African drum with some spaceage rhymes, man
	Yo not at all, I say it' s sexual, infectual, delectable
	I' m not a masturbating intellectual
	And couldn' t read it from a book because that bores you all
	So come to Umoja, Kujichagulia
	Ujima, Ujamaa, and purpose stands for " Nia"
	Kuumba, Imani, daughter named ? Simani?
	Came to the planet, Father ? Afer? left his body
	So leave the boy in the coffin within
	Raise your head, let' s the A to the D to the A to the M
	This is the message from the Cosmic Storm
	With the doubters and the judges, disbelievers be warned!
	Professor X
	With a shield of David on the grill
	And the hasbeen proudly adorned with the color pink
	Bring on your G' s, your Q' s, your R' s and your Alphas
	It is time Shalom! And ya don' t stop Sisseeeeeeeeeeee!!!

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