Poor Righteous Teachers - Styles Dropped/Lessons Taught lyrics

[Culture Freedom] Yo, you hear about them weak kids poppin' all that bull about the PRT posse? Y'know what I'm sayin, about Northside Productions? [Wise Intelligent] Word 'em up [Culture Freedom] Yo, they said that we weak, y'know what I'm sayin? But they was just as broke'd out as the next man, y'know what I'm sayin? When the lunch truck came around, they was the first ones in line, snatchin' and takin' mine! Hit 'em! Boy I'll drop - funky new radical hip hop Watch not wait Open up your third eye its for seeing God, seeming to be ruling up in hip hop. Stop No need to drop my righteous state of being I'm just another Wise civilized black brother Meditating, teaching what I thought should be taught You're sellin coke - but what if there were no one there to smoke? You'd be broke So cease in the name of the law Everybody, simply hiply hop as I drop it, Islamic Each and every topic manifested Undressed it, request it Accept it, don't stop it Logic, we had to let the naked booty bless it Test it - see if it was naked enough for records Press it - [why?] keep it away from people that would s** it Wise - poorly righteous teachin' with the positive thought As I drop my style, I let the lessons be taught Wise teaching the untaught thought from the heart But some have not caught what I'm saying - Hip hop drops - but don't stop me - family (Wise be ain't for no playin!) Stone, symbolic to a hard god Let me speak, the seven and a half must teach much peace The voice from my brother [a man] tell you separately See - PRT posse, smooth - like the voices that flow with the sample I get rough when the wind like rhyme blow Teacher - so I'm not following leaders you know? (Leaders follow the way that the Wise go!) Yes! Why equals knowledge born All those with it say "word is bond" (word is bond!) I give my life if my word should fail It's all a part of the life that I live Nope, I'm not a snake so I don't conceal I born the truth in the rhymes that I give But I thought, as I drop my style I let the lessons be taught I be droppin, quote say I'm toppin the topic Islamic But let ask the students I teach - I'm sole controlling All the mics I be holding Watch mental heights that I reach I profile Funky new radical style I be stylin this style, flauntin my new styles of speech Gotta teach, and those that be lost I will find them of course - Then give them the power to speak Like a captain, [stabbin?] [???] the head of lieutenants Funky new music I'm in it, spin it - Life let the lessons begin One to ten, we're all original men, come again Poor Righteous Teachers are not making friends - Don't believe it ask Tim - Baylor - cause Tim Baylor's a failure I tell you He was slippin and slipped his whole label They're unable to come up with hits (cause they ain't kickin sh**) I'm the teacher Give me a set to protest what I test, In Divine Land Projects Sneaky snakes, Divine City records these snakes that I speak of Tamper with Poor Righteous Teachers but please! Don't they know Poor Righteous Teachers are large? Built from this family of Gods? [We perform or make on the weight?] of a positive thought As I drop my styles, I let the lessons be taught I'm the teacher, students acknowledge the weight of my thought Or be caught in the web of those devils God's no illusion, I'm the teacher, I teach Wise be not racist or rebel I swing, while wearing the crown of the king Vibe for vibe, [thing for thing?] I'm pulling you have seen Poor Righteous Teachers were wisely teaching That of the unseen Wait With your thought can I obtain Feel the vibe from the crescent of Wise's brain Droppin' pain if you claim to entertain Power spoken, savage tamed, smooth and plain Well yes the intellect Lessons dropped with no sweat I step off, you say 'damn that sh** was caught' Style dropped, lessons taught Word is bond, as I drop my style I let the lessons be taught