[Wise Intelligent]

Yo turn the mic down a little

Yo

Yeah

Word haha

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, (word) my word is life

(x3)

(Word is my life G)

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