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Poor Righteous Teachers - Nobody Move lyrics
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 ??? MC Freed Bo can't you see a teacher yard in, play me Close I beg you niggas 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 Sliding in a ya house I've come to wreck that Show me respect, black We cash with checks and things Ras clots make way for the Nazarite Born as an Israelite, change a Judah height 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 Lord is effect coming to wreck and do work so Nobody move, nobody gets hurt Nobody move, nobody gets hurt! (Repeat 8x) Yes the, style makes a bit of differ Hush Mr. Petty Nigga, Wise is talking Make way for this, the new stylee Black God body, easy daddy I'm gonna be giving the rhythm that's ripping the roof Off of ya house and projects be bouncing, shit Wise Intelligent You've got the rhymes and you've got the styles then Pass off the blunt cause I'm champion And PRT be teaching keeping ghetto people smiling Pro-black and wilding, piling food stamps Ever the voice and ??? spread the word This wisdom I gives them comes straight from the curb It's rough and ready to be Nah nope nah, none can not touch me Spark up your blunts and trick up your stunts But don't come amongst my godly circumference Baby baby you may let me get your head straight Walk with the God's eyes, watch as I demonstrate There's more to this brother than hotties and hooters Ain't no other people like the black tribe of Judah Lord is effect come to wreck and do work so Nobody move, nobody gets hurt Nobody move, nobody gets hurt! (Repeat 8x) Don't test a teacher that be swolled and Got soul control and Stay out my way when I'm holding This is a project produced protect the ghetto kids Under the sewer lid starving Pardon me the way I talk this Watch the black artist, poor but I'm all that I tell ya Hell yeah, I'm about to tear this out ya hair kid Pro-black shampoo I suggest you Don't fuck with me Mr. Wise when bustas realizing I am unfit to be trying I'm out to end a kid's career So bring all your people, ??? and let me free ya, mind Where went the black nationality? Some call it a casualty, I call it conspiracy Listen the, knowlege your pops teacher calling Who got the props? That's who teacher's robbing Aw man hush cause God is talking We run this block, stop no keep walking Now who got the balls for some battling Speaking of the battling, it's about time for some tussling Take two of these and call me like right in the morn Bout when the herb man is hustling Lord is effect come to wreck and do work so Nobody move, nobody gets hurt Lord is effect come to wreck and do work so Nobody move, nobody gets hurt Nobody move, nobody gets hurt! (Repeat 8x) |
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