Time to Say Peace

[intro]

At this time I have the honor to present to you...

The moral leader of our Nation...

[Verse 1]

I self lord and my pen

Once again sitting here at the tear of thought

Meditating of the hip plus the hip must hop

As I drop my style I let the lessons be taught

Praises are due to the arm-leg-leg, arm, the head

To Allah, if you’re mentally dead

But if you’re self wise, to the knowledge of self

Then you may comprehend the great truth that I’ve said

Knowledge is the base of all life within the cipher

Or the first step towards the righteous rhyme

Knowledge is the weight upon the black man’s brain

Or his third eye which is known as the mind

As I proceed to get paid I go on

The Islamic thought might bust this mic

The Poor Righteous Teachers gonna teach them all

‘Cause I-self lord beats God by birthright

Pickin’ up the thoughts that I thought could teach

Father S getting paid on the two Technics

The Poor Righteous Teacher’s posse’s large

Rolling to the Wise, think it’s time to say peace

[Verse 2]

Comin again we step two in our flow

The Poor Righteous Teachers gonna to drop yo smooth

As I step with my rep I let

The intellect flow to show and prove

Oh yes I’m God, that I must make born

For them snakes that them can’t stop me

The Wise has always commenced to teach

And I’m up with the tribe called P-R-T

(tribe called PRT … tribe called PRT … P, R, T)

Knowledge plus knowledge equals two

What are we gonna do?

Culture let the Wise come through

On two

(Wise you gonna teach them?) True!

(On you!) Culture, but the count is on two

(Well one two) Let me on the set on the set I get

Teaching them with my intellect they sweat

Trying to get the things that the Wise want pressed

The Butt Naked Booty Bless when undressed

This style I manifest or test

To like rock my project complex

And the Wise won’t cease -

The Gods don’t stop til it’s time to say peace

[Verse 3]

I self lord and my crew

Coming through

Gotta teach what we taught to each other

Swearing on my crown that I’ll down any clown

Lost but wasn’t found on account of any suckers

Taking what was needed from the things that I was taught

Now I teach as I reach all the brothers in the ghetto

Listen as I speak to the weak I gotta teach

And those that fell a victim circumstances had to let em

Wise is on the top of any beat that I may play on

Stay on every single beat within the wax

The Poor Righteous Teacher posse's fat!

I fear when suckers state that we consist of new jacks

People look at us and see that we consist of teachers

Violence not a part of what we live to manifest

And anyone who thinks that we be violent is a snake

Or he has been puffing on a spliff of buddha bless

Listen to the king as I sing upon streets

Teaching with my speech

So learn a lesson as I speak I’m unique

(I’m unique!) And the wise won’t cease -

The Gods don’t stop until it’s time to say peace

[Verse 4]

Coming again we step four and it’s dope

Some of you may hope

That I might even slip upon a note

But I won’t -

I will only quote what the ink spilled and wrote

As smooth as it floats …

As smooth as it floats …

As smooth as it floats …

As smooth as it floats

Note - that every time that I grab the mic I feel like there’s no stopping

I’m godly hip hopping

Dropping what I have to call the dope and daily mathematics

Yo, how many of us have it?

I, I self lord and many other brothers

Unseen to the scene of being saw

Let your brain cells unthaw, I’m god

I say Allah-u-akbar then pause

‘Bout to give a shoutout to the posse that I feature

Peace Poor Righteous Teachers (peace)

Well one must say, peace to the queen Shakiyla (word up)

We in this… peace