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Poor Righteous Teachers

"Conscious Style"

[Intro: KRS-One]
Dealing in levels of astronomy, numerology, geometry, sociology, physiology
Psychology and of course philosophy
Music-ology
B.D.P.R.T

[Hook x3: sample]
It's nothing but conscious style

[Verse 1: Wise Intelligent]
Yo, where all the teachers went, with all that pro-black sh*t?
Where all the conscious n*ggas that used to chat like this?
See, I remember yesterday when y'all was Gods and Earths
Egyptians and metaphysicists on the verge of giving birth
To understanding, and planting seeds that grow
Now everybody's on that bullsh*t about killing and so
Eat my pus*y, suck my di*k, well that's the size of the sh*t
So in the head of ignorance, I rip some conscious clip
n*ggas is small, my task is educate y'all
Can you stop selling crack cause negro that takes balls
I'm on that road called freedom, seldom traveled by the multitude
I bring gifts of life, light, and some conscious food
God degree, cause see God's the size of me
And yeah, what's the difference with the west and the east
I feel there ain't no difference, so spread the news I spit
And since I got you listening, I guess I'll prove the sh*t
There's n*ggas is lacking over there, n*ggas is lacking over here
Some n*ggas is dying over here, and n*ggas is dying over there
Black youth don't follow them, because they don't know sh*t
They selling you death on that pursuit for Benz and Lexus
We gots to talk about, cause I'll reveal your ass
You can't shield your dirty thoughts with no five percent fact
Peep the jewels that I craft, see the fools that I class
I be schooling your ass, cause being truth is a task
And I am nothing but, I'm God-blessed n*gga, what?
Take your hands off your nuts, and your lips off that blunt
Stand for something, stand erect, stand for this
You'll fall for anything cause you don't stand for sh*t
I murder slime, come wicked every time
And fill your mind with conscious rhyme

[Hook: sample]
It's nothing but conscious style

[Verse 2: KRS-One]
You ever wonder why you ain't living how you should be living
Could it be your mentality you're giving off?
North, south, west, east, like an unchained beast
Your thoughts bringing you to deceased
I'll release a little piece with speed
Before the savage emcee proceeds to feed
Upon the minds of the minor, I find the antidote
To the empty emcee that thinks they dope
We ain't got too far to go
Opportunities are shutting down faster than this rhyme flow
One day you're in your sauna, next day a goner
You can sit and play games like Bugs Bunny if you wanna
Real bad boys used to move in silence, peep it
But now real bad boys seem to move in secret societies, a trip
Don't slip with your lip talking sh*t with your clip
Showing your ass as I blast into it
With a clip of conscious lyrical wit
KRS-One comes well equipped
You can follow me in a mass of one
Follow me in a mass of two turntables
You're listening to the sound now of the Profile label
With B.D.P.R.T, yo Wise, tell 'em just what you see

[Verse 3: Wise Intelligent]
n*ggas is talented, but they let it go to waste
I'm came to smack that ign'ant smile off your face
You're lacking knowledge of self and what I'm talking about
You n*ggas laughing but that's something you should cry about
Right now you're finding out is God is back up in the house
My weapon's in my mouth and watch how I can take you out
Intelligent, represent
Ignorance, slaughter it
Slangspit Entertainment
Run sh*t, on the planet
B.D.P., up on the mix
P.R.T., conscious lyrics
You're suffering
n*ggas is sick, where's the Bufferin?
I hear that gangsta sh*t but let some conscious brothers hit
You know the type that fight, live and die for truthful rights
Not only that, we will kill for this righteous life
I'm on the mic for the purpose of shedding light
You take my life? Go fly a f*cking kite
I'm infinite, I'm yesterday, today, tonight
Tomorrow morning, you see this is your future talking
Babylon is fallen, poor people of the world are ballin'
Black people calling for P.R.T. and what we talkin'
Black facts and sh*t like that
Dress and lack, get your head cracked
Rip tracks and refuse to come whack
(Yo P.R.T. them n*ggas' lyrics, you notice that?)
I learned this line, come wicked every time
And fill your mind with a conscious rhyme

[Outro: KRS-One, Wise Intelligent, (sample)]
Yeah, check it out one check it out
(It's nothing but conscious style)
Roll up your arms if you love
The new fisherman style, hear me now

(It's nothing but conscious style)
B.D.P. coming through
(It's nothing but conscious style)
Knowledge reigns supreme
(It's nothing but conscious style)

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