Poor Righteous Teachers and Nine - Gods, Earths and 85ers

Yeah, know what I'm saying?
Wise Intelligent
Broadcasting live from the top
Of Mt kilimanjaro know what I'm saying?
Hip-hop go wherever I go
For real, Poor Righteous Teachers represent
'96 off the hook we're dropping this hit kid
Watch

Lord, how you be, that of G, peace God
Fuck frauds, get yours, kick ass, leave scars
On Mars I built a school
To study life on Earth thoughts burst
A million rappers murdered in the first verse
Now what's worse than eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
And your lover might live
Life to give, life to take
Never making mistakes
All wise enjoying everything right and exact
Poor facts, pro-black
Donnelly Homes projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his kicks
Come off this talk shit
Convert words to actions
'Cause you know Jersey runs
Things every time boy
Build destroy, Trenton must make noise
Enjoy the fruit's of life
Need the wife and my boys
My seed won't need for anything, trust me
Black man, 'nough land
Eight hundred acres of trees
Please the seven seas travel regularly
Degrees consciously study everywhere we be
It's family daring he who talks enough shit
And come and get the stitch to
Fix the split upper lip
The shit providers will call
Us great civilizers
And true suppliers for Gods
Earths, and 85ers, black

Whatever happened to the Gods and the Earths
They thirst for a pot of
Gold God's worth is birth
Knowledge is worth more than diamonds
When the mind is shining, surprise us
Gods Earths and 85ers

Dedicated to the Gods and the Earths
Dip dip dive-a, civilize an 85er

Intelligent, twenty-three, now nineteen five
On the mic I'll rise right
In front of your eyes
In here six years see what I felt every year
Oh yeah it's ninety-six I'm
Born and understanding, understood?
Get the goods, build a school down south
In some remote location that
Nobody knows about
Teach, add-on to the life that we live
God degree, twelve jewels
Eat the food that I give
No pig, strictly kosher mathematics and fact
Poor blacks on track mission to
Take the Earth back
'Cause Whitey got it locked
That's why the whole world mourns
We wearing crowns made of thorns and
Being put to the cross
Lost souls futures told in
The Dead Sea Scrolls
God reduced to a savage lacking soul control
Talking lots of shit about his drugs and guns
Several daughters, 'nough sons, ain't
Trying to raise none, yo
Whoa-ho-ho, let me slow up with the flow
Can't move too quick because
Niggas got to know
The duty of the civilized is
To civilize the uncivilized
And make the world recognize
That God is Wise
And Wise is God to the death
And back to life
You Lazarus and I'm the Christ
The forthcoming, like a thief in the night
The wave of light
The key to everlasting life
That shit provide us
To call us straight civilizers
And truth suppliers for Gods, Earths
And 85ers y'all

Whatever happened to the Gods and the Earths
They thirst for a pot of
Gold God worth his birth
Knowledge is worth more than diamonds
When the mind is shining, surprise us
Gods Earths and 85ers

Dedicated to the Gods and the Earths
Dip dip dive-a, civilize an 85er

Since I've been away I've been thinking about
How gunslingers turned singers and
Black culture went out
Wake up all you teachers tired
Of teaching and wait grass roots
Pass truth into the ears of black youths
Watch me talk the talk and
Walk the walk right now
As mystic as it seems
I bring for real to your dream seeing
Midnight marauder got it dipped
Off the block drug
Street niggas bug 'cause they know we
Do it for the love
We rose above every limit that
They said we had
Who loves your ass enough to
Strictly educate the mass?
Come get your cash
Fill your mind with swine and dash
For longevity, these niggas we will never be
You will remember we from now till forever G
I am infinity, lyrics flowing endlessly
You ain't no friend to me so
Don't even pretend to be
Like OJ simpson be sleeping with the enemy
I call you out and make the
World know your ass is lacking
Quoting some lessons but see
No parts of understanding
You standing under my rain, snow, sleet
Hail and thunder
That's why you wonder what's
Causing this to exist i raise the mist
Distil the myths of many currents
Don't be determined except to
Life forget the death
Nevertheless you're being blessed 'cause
I'm who God is
Don't know the time niggas must
Be wearing Guess watches
Hands on your boxes
Turn 'em up like seven notches
Your Magnavoxes amplify my super conscious
Shit providers
We'll call us straight civilizers
And truth suppliers for Gods, Earths
And 85ers y'all

Hold it down kid and you don't stop
PRT represent shop
(There's a new set of rules you
Shall all have to abide by
And the non-lyrical shall be terminated)

Written by:
ALAN BERGMAN, CLIFFORD M SMITH, COREY TODD WOODS, DENNIS COLES, DERRICK C KEYES, GARY E GRICE, JASON S HUNTER, LAMONT JODY HAWKINS, MARILYN BERGMAN, MARVIN HAMLISCH, ROBERT DIGGS, RUSSELL T JONES, SCOTT D PHILLIPS, TIMOTHY WADELL GRIMES

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