Poor Righteous Teachers - Speaking Upon a Blackman lyrics

[intro] Yo um, this one's dedicated to the one them call Culture Freedom… yeah [Verse 1] So many have waited For someone such as myself to go solo Oh no, oh hell, black prevails, brain cells [To ???] a positive thought to help create this, greatness Your posse tried it but they failed and my p-osse PRT posse founded by some teachers A couple of microphones then turned tables into speakers Wisest manifestations of the words I manifest Support from all the Gods up in Divineland Projects Yo its a black thing And other than down won't understand And when I'm speaking upon a God I must be speaking upon a blackman [Hook] You, black man! Tell the real story (x4) [Verse 2] So I proceed To teach you from three hundred and sixty degrees of what you're lackin - The fabrics, core knowledge of yourself Many felt, the coming of the lord and the lord came himself Couldn't send nobody else Black people, stop and take a look at where you're at - Projects, modern-day cage for the blacks Wake up - from these animalistic problems Give them back their Bible, cause it's unable to solve them We must come together as a people Teach each as an equal About the right way to go Yo, take off your cross black, because it's crossin up your mental You fail to comprehend the flow and I'm kickin it to ya - Kickin it to ya straight from Divine Land Speaking upon a god, so I must be speaking upon a Blackman [Hook] [Verse 3] This is ghetto, 100% rough like a hallway Up in D-Land Projects where the PRT p-osse stay Why must we try to be materially financed? I'm not sellin d**, I'm for the people of Divine Land Low income projects, that is Poor Righteous Teacher keeps the head above negative Well, very true - but what must one do to get it through to you? Speak when spoken to, or grab the mic and simply bomb a few, weak Not right, lowlifes not the ghetto type But usin' eyes for the hype Not kickin it to ya - Not kickin it to ya straight from Divine Land Not speaking upon a god, not even speaking upon a blackman [Hook] [Verse 4] I use this fabric, this fabric called knowledge of myself That keeps me striving - risin' to the tip-top I often mention, or rock ya like a shocker to get attention Gods, are ruling up in hip hop Why stop? When I drop what I top with insight Light for the spot, not rows to the left Right? Right meaning black to be exact you put the needle to the wax Come hear my actual facts Maker the owner, creamer of the planet, my life do you have it Many of us cram to understand and I'm kickin it to ya - Kickin it to ya straight from Divine Land Speaking upon a god so I must be speaking upon a Blackman [outtro] Like I said, strictly for the one them call Culture Freedom, cause we can do dat. We done that. We outta here