Bro J. Theme

DJ's and MC's! Can't touch... J, J, J (repeat 5X) [Verse One: Brother J] Now as the vibe get live, in the tricks on the vics Bells like elixir, so come get your fix Subliminal minister, will weave through the sinister mix Detaching cords, smacking haughty lips Here as I execute nuff boots rebuked See higher verbal je-wels, maintain through the roots Earthquake president, makes the world shiver Mountains to rivers, crossroads be all whatever Never to sever, my melanin preserves, solar winds The arctic age, it's apace now Unleash the livest, make way for Tehaan Repay lethal bound, representing Dark Sun As I charge up the silent, the tenth letter The brother coming raw, pure zone is my weather Mmmhmm, son of God will rule on the ill balance of doom As I move from the cocoon I preach the room So with nuff G-O-D's there's no stoppin this Pure texture pon the real God it's obvious DJ's and MC's! Can't touch... J, J, J (repeat 2X) [Verse Two:] Ohh yes ohh yes I come in wide come in broad Spreading the Seeds of Evolution my lord What they gon' do when the tales of Sabu With the pooper scooper crew, the mortals, the fools All fry within my skillet, easily comprehended I get down with the creator, I'm scrolled from his descendants Uncode that, flip that, give it on back Cause if I keep this up, yo man my powers get jacked And then picture me, soundin like MC's who yellin baby please come come my niggaz ease when Tehaan pon the job, make you want to holler all praisin Jah Jah, illi him yahoua ya hoova Allah Just know who you are, it's pure understanding when the brain's on the jaw I electrify my cells, and I come universal No confirmations or religions or rehearsals I am that I am of the cosmos Three tongue apocalypse in my funk dose Or combine for the Ugamastic feel My funky live wire for the ones who know the deal Come on DJ's and MC's! Can't touch... J, J, J (repeat 4X) [Verse Three:] Now Dark Sun, you know your funk vibes are zappin to the guild, your universal waves adaptin VG's, the Ark God's rise on back So attack for attack I think I'll ease on back From the birth of the eon to the tick of the dead Your balance gettin deeper than the bubonical plague So I forward, strictly to enlist, skilled and righteous Pure bredren that's down with the justice Ain't no hocus pocus fake ass shit I'm payin due, so skip impressin charts on my hits Abnorm will form will cite the deal Underground invasion tell me shit ain't stinkin real Directly from the core, my hunger's much more Than any mic controller feelin raw I'll let them flex and let they brains go hex Let them pass out in stress then the maggots is next On back to the lab realize what it's about I'm breakin all the slaves chiseltown ass out And that's the real DJ's and MC's! Can't touch... J, J, J (repeat 8X)