[Verse 1: Wise Intelligent]
Watch me, who but Wise Intelligent come with style
How rough and ready I get
Please baby baby baby please let me talk this
None cannot walk this, spark off the darkness
Run, pick a punk, come test me or something
No fronting, I'll bust him, not bluffing or nothing
Just because I'm deadly no you can't test me
Or the Father Shaheed, or the child MC Free
Bo! can't you see a teacher yard in, play me
Close I beg you n***as pardon, brawling
Who, what, when, why, how and where can we get it on
I've got enough styles and I've come to set it off
PRT posse we get max amount of live and
Check the track I'm riding, New Jersey driving
Slide in a ya house I've come to wreck that
Show me respect, black
We cash with checks and things
Ras claats make way for the Nazarite
Born as an Israelite, things of a Judah-ite screaming
Dreaming, just because you sleeping
I've come to wake ya, but don't make me sneak ya, faggot
Knowledge I teach it, giving it just like it is
And boy you come again, dam none can trouble we man
Lord is effect coming to wreck and do work so
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt