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Yo, turn the mic down a little
Yo
Yeah
Word
Poor Righteous Teachers, y'all
You know what I'm saying?
Just like knowledge is infinite, I'm God, and I'm living it
Giving it all that I've got, shots lick and Bic lighters flick
I strike a pose strike my mic with these flows
Am I nice? I suppose, heaven knows, I'm on some other shit
Sisters and shows call me boombastic
I feel I'm dime-blasted, stamp on it girl, I'm telling you
For truly strong like that's the God that's in me
She was my agony, and no idea, see
I educate you through the teacher in me
There ain't no reefer in me
One swig of malt licquor end a nigga
I touch the mic and universally greet
Rising earths with peace
And you know how I'm like that
Do this for blacks stranded in projects
Cashing welfare checks, we gots to do what we gots to
My peoples flip for the slang I spit
Shots ring, I trip, grip this plastic
I gots to stay refined, body and mind
Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life
Stay refined, body and mind
Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life
Word is bond, (word) word is life
And word is life, my word is life (word)
Word is bond (word is bond), word is life (word is life)
And word is life, my word is life (word) (true)
Word is bond (word is bond), word is life (word is life)
And word is life, my word is life (word) (right)
(Word is my life, G) (word)
I sip a bottle of tonic, strictly Zion root
Ginseng and juice, chew sticks I chew
We watch lecture spots, shake hands with the 'ock
Heads'll clap non-stop, dock and yes give props
Hip hop fly on top all blacks up on lock
P.R.T. crew drops life in your head-top
One hundred thirty-seven, one-third miles per hour
I put your planet in continuous revolution (right)
Penetrate, dry mist from a lake
Create rain, snow, sleet, hail, and earthquakes (true)