Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aragorn, artist - X-Clan. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Aragorn |
| We have! |
| History unfolding |
| Here on this Staaaaaaage tonight (yeah) |
| Mils Ciphers in the building |
| X-Clan study building |
| We civilizing the mind, everybody get the feeling get live |
| Get em up, come on! |
| X — Clan Mils Cipher in effect |
| We ready for warfare |
| We ready to get wrecked (get em) |
| X, Crossroads Ciphers on deck |
| Recycling God science salute my mic check and walk with it |
| All hail funkin' lesson get down |
| Get em up |
| Funk em up |
| Mils Cipher you will agree |
| That everywhere we go |
| That we crush these mother fuckers |
| It’s the return of the God, let the knowledge be born |
| Close you’re mouth from shock and get you’re peoples on the horn |
| Tell em' that I reforged the movement sword and I’m ready to get it on |
| Destined Aragorn |
| Battle tested, I’m in the struggle worldwide bringing cultures out thenooks and |
| crannies |
| It’s our time |
| For rhyme elevation re-stiffen the competition (Ease back!) |
| Or get down with the mission |
| Our conditions are clear, for all people it’s a crucial time sucka’s blocking |
| how we organize |
| Linkin' ties in their leadership there dieing, (Big up) |
| Raising the flag in honor of civilized freedom fighter enterprise |
| As I centralize in black, move through these hoodies a dawning the Third eye |
| Keeping they wings fly, (with he) |
| Taking the streets by storm in lyric form |
| It’s the dark??? |
| And I’m made of the first born (get em) |
| X — Clan Mils Cipher in effect |
| We ready for warfare |
| We ready to get wrecked (get em) |
| X, Crossroads Ciphers on deck |
| Recycling God science salute my mic check and walk with it |
| All hail funkin' lesson get down |
| Get em up |
| Funk em up |
| Mils Cipher you will agree |
| That everywhere we go |
| That we crush these mother fuckers |
| Our sight sound scent, taste and touch |
| Tools for everyman, (From first stage to dust) |
| I’m a Ancestral Patron in vibes I trust, if each one will teach one (Tradition |
| will never rust!) |
| We lust into an era where genocide is born, Rhythamation in jeopardy, |
| Were children of corn at the helm |
| We must regain control, Straight stem-cell music (Mass production of clones!) |
| With this microphone I roll deep with the councils |
| Slangin' a different tone, Poetical apostle on a universal role (Uh-hu!) |
| My spirit travels and returns with the message (Chief funkin' lesson get em up!) |
| Funk em up! |
| We represent street knowledge and live it, so don’t front |
| It’s time for the lord, the architect to roar pour out a lil' liquor (It's the |
| cipher of the gods Weapon X) |
| X — Clan Mils Cipher in effect |
| We ready for warfare |
| We ready to get wrecked (get em) |
| X, Crossroads Ciphers on deck |
| Recycling God science salute my mic check and walk with it |
| All hail funkin' lesson get down |
| Get em up |
| Funk em up |
| Mils Cipher you will agree |
| That everywhere we go |
| That we crush these mother fuckers |
| Everybody knows that all the people have difficulties |
| All the people don’t have freedom |
| All the people don’t have Justice |
| And all the people don’t have power |
| But I think none of us do! |
| Take this system and change it |
| Turn it upside down and put the last first, and the first last |
| Not only for black people, but for all people |