Poor Righteous Teachers - Time To Say Peace lyrics

[intro] At this time I have the honor to present to you... The moral leader of our Nation... [Verse 1] I self lord and my pen Once again sitting here at the tear of thought Meditating of the hip plus the hip must hop As I drop my style I let the lessons be taught Praises are due to the arm-leg-leg, arm, the head To Allah, if you're mentally dead But if you're self wise, to the knowledge of self Then you may comprehend the great truth that I've said Knowledge is the base of all life within the cipher Or the first step towards the righteous rhyme Knowledge is the weight upon the black man's brain Or his third eye which is known as the mind As I proceed to give it I go on The Islamic thought might bust this mic The Poor Righteous Teachers gonna teach them all ‘Cause I-self lord beats God by birthright Pickin' up the thoughts that I thought could teach Father S getting paid on the two Technics The Poor Righteous Teacher's posse's large Rolling to the Wise, think it's time to say peace [Verse 2] Comin again we step two in our flow The Poor Righteous Teachers gonna to drop yo smooth As I step with my rep I let The intellect flow to show and prove Oh yes I'm God, that I must make born For them snakes that them can't stop me The Wise has always commenced to teach And I'm up with the tribe called P-R-T (tribe called PRT … tribe called PRT … P, R, T) Knowledge plus knowledge equals two What are we gonna do? Culture let the Wise come through On two (Wise you gonna teach them?) True! (On you!) Culture, but the count is on two (Well one two) Let me on the set on the set I get Teaching them with my intellect they sweat Trying to get the things that the Wise want pressed The bu*t Naked Booty Bless when undressed This style I manifest or test To like rock my project complex And the Wise won't cease - The Gods don't stop til it's time to say peace [Verse 3] I self lord and my crew Coming through Gotta teach what we taught to each other Swearing on my crown that I'll down any clown Lost but wasn't found on account of any s**ers Taking what was needed from the things that I was taught Now I teach as I reach all the brothers in the ghetto Listen as I speak to the weak I gotta teach And those that fell a victim circumstances had to let em Wise is on the top of any beat that I may play on Stay on every single beat within the wax The Poor Righteous Teacher posse's fat! I fear when s**ers state that we consist of new jacks People look at us and see that we consist of teachers Violence not a part of what we live to manifest And anyone who thinks that we be violent is a snake Or he has been puffing on a spliff of buddha bless Listen to the king as I sing upon streets Teaching with my speech So learn a lesson as I speak I'm unique (I'm unique!) And the wise won't cease - The Gods don't stop until it's time to say peace [Verse 4] Coming again we step four and it's dope Some of you may hope That I might even slip upon a note But I won't - I will only quote what the ink spilled and wrote As smooth as it floats … As smooth as it floats … As smooth as it floats … As smooth as it floats Note - that every time that I grab the mic I feel like there's no stopping I'm godly hip hopping Dropping what I have to call the dope and daily mathematics Yo, how many of us have it? I, I self lord and many other brothers Unseen to the scene of being saw Let your brain cells unthaw, I'm god I say Allah-u-akbar then pause ‘Bout to give a shoutout to the posse that I feature Peace Poor Righteous Teachers (peace) Well one must say, peace to the queen Shakiyla (word up) We in this… peace