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