Chris Harford Follow

Vanglorious, this is protected by the Red
The Black and the Green with a key, zoom
Dynamic, articulate, perceptive, courageous, outspoken

One man is not a nation, Brother builds a Clan
Certer than the circle creates the better man
The colors, the brothers, the key, the motherland
This causes to assemble this blackman

Red, black and green are the colors of the flag on the rise
'Cause a nation should be guised
Another flowing, as I comfort sons and daughters
Knowledge leads the way, so I flow like Nile's waters

African-American rebel of authority
Majority, while I'm so-called minority
Sometimes they ask me, "Why are you the rebel?
Is that the way you choose, attain the bass and treble?"

Yup, "Brother, don't get deep," that's what they tellin' me
Just like a sell-out, while society gets stronger and stronger
My race gets weaker and weaker
Maybe I can make a difference through a mic and a speaker

Mic controller who turns out to be the flop
My wisdom God-given, exercised 'pon a rhythm
Power positive and strictly Bible, that's how I'm livin'

Fortress we establish high, so none attack it
Back to the ways of our mathematic blackness
They can't solve it, it's somethin' they can't catch
Took respect off our lives, so now I'm snatchin' it back
Power flows in the nation, there is life in the key
Let us all bind together in the Red, the black, the green

One vanglorious way, through the heart, unified
And that should be the guide
For the younger nation, so they can build the tribes
After and beyond keep the colors alive

Bring composure outstanding direct to those
Who understand what was taken, xeroxed and stripped naked
Today's pig shall be tomorrow's bacon

Education brings false words, what do they teach?
Everything that I learned I had to self-reach
What do you know of a race that's dyin' hourly?
The smartest men in the world, they in a bowery

Or either trapped or brain-washed on a come-up
Kicked to the butt, wake up, are you some kind of nut?
Are you blind, can't you see what's never seen?
We need some unity within the colors of the
(Red, black and green)

Garvey-like brotherhood flows with the vibe
And with the key, the flag is kept alive
The sense of power, native to a different land
Originality, fact that I understand

A black fist, black power and a black man
X-Clan take a stand with the other hand
Usin' this as a gimmick, yo man, I'll catch you
Fetch you, kick my foot and then direct you

In the right path, succotash
Don't ask me 'bout the aftermath
You do what? Don't make me laugh
Dummy, I am protected by forces beyond you

Think before you step before the rebel, silly mortal, you
Wearin' Mother's tags, and you don't know what they mean
All you are concerned with is greedy man's green
Sportin' your medaillons, 'cause they matchin' with your outfit

Your posse's wearin' it, man, that's so illegit
Without definition you represent the fraudulent
Blessed with blackness, but now you're just doggin' it
Tooth for tooth, and a man for man

Ignorance take a pause and we'll all understand
Independence is one thing when unity is stronger
No one to realize the pressure last longer
I'm just one man who fears for the worst
'Cause if we don't take a stand someone will step first

And then no justice, no peace
Father Moses, Osiris, Oisis
Patrice Lumumba, Malcolm X
Marcus Garvey, Sonny Carson
The Blackwatch, Sissy!

Vanglorious, this is protected by the Red
The Black and the Green with a key, zoom