Poor Righteous Teachers, KRS-One - Conscious Style lyrics
[Poor Righteous Teachers, KRS-One - Conscious Style lyrics]
Dealing in levels of astronomy
Numerology, geometry, sociology, physiology
Psychology and of course philosophy
Music-ology bDPRT
It's nothing but conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember yesterday when y'all
Was Gods and Earths
Egyptians and metaphysicists on the
Verge of giving birth to understanding
And planting seeds that grow
Now everybody's on that bullshit
About killing and so
Eat my pussy, suck my dick
Well that's the size of the shit
So in the head of ignorance
I rip some conscious clip
Niggas is small, my task is educate y'all
Can you stop selling crack cause
Negro that takes balls
I'm on that road called freedom
Seldom traveled by the multitude
I bring gifts of life, light
And some conscious food
God degree, cause see God's the size of me
And yeah, what's the difference with the
West and the east
I feel there ain't no difference
So spread the news I spit
And since I got you listening
I guess I'll prove the shit
There's niggas is lacking over there
Niggas is lacking over here
Some niggas is dying over here
And niggas is dying over there
Black youth don't follow them
Because they don't know shit
They selling you death on that
Pursuit for Benz and Lexus
We gots to talk about
Cause I'll reveal your ass
You can't shield your dirty thoughts
With no five percent fact
Peep the jewels that I craft
See the fools that I class
I be schooling your ass
Cause being truth is a task
And I am nothing but, I'm God-blessed nigga
What? Take your hands off your nuts
And your lips off that blunt
Stand for something, stand erect
Stand for this
You'll fall for anything cause you
Don't stand for shit
I murder slime, come wicked every time
And fill your mind with conscious rhyme
It's nothing but conscious style
You ever wonder why you ain't living
How you should be living
Could it be your mentality you're giving off?
North, south, west, east
Like an unchained beast
Your thoughts bringing you to deceased
I'll release a little piece with speed
Before the savage emcee proceeds to feed
Upon the minds of the minor
I find the antidote
To the empty emcee that thinks they dope
We ain't got too far to go
Opportunities are shutting down faster
Than this rhyme flow
One day you're in your sauna
Next day a goner
You can sit and play games like
Bugs Bunny if you wanna
Real bad boys used to move in silence
Peep it but now real bad boys seem
To move in secret societies, a trip
Don't slip with your lip talking
Shit with your clip
Showing your ass as I blast into it
With a clip of conscious lyrical wit
KRS-One comes well equipped
You can follow me in a mass of one
Follow me in a mass of two turntables
You're listening to the sound now
Of the Profile label with BDPRT, yo Wise
Tell 'em just what you see
Niggas is talented
But they let it go to waste
I'm came to smack that ign'ant
Smile off your face
You're lacking knowledge of self and
What I'm talking about
You niggas laughing but that's something
You should cry about
Right now you're finding out is God
Is back up in the house
My weapon's in my mouth and watch
How I can take you out
Intelligent, represent
Ignorance, slaughter it
Slangspit Entertainment
Run shit, on the planet bDP, up on the mix
PRT, conscious lyrics you're suffering
Niggas is sick, where's the Bufferin?
I hear that gangsta shit but
Let some conscious brothers hit
You know the type that fight
Live and die for truthful rights
Not only that
We will kill for this righteous life
I'm on the mic for the
Purpose of shedding light
You take my life? Go fly a fucking kite
I'm infinite, I'm yesterday, today, tonight
Tomorrow morning
You see this is your future talking
Babylon is fallen
Poor people of the world are ballin'
Black people calling for PRT
And what we talkin'
Black facts and shit like that
Dress and lack, get your head cracked
Rip tracks and refuse to come whack
(Yo PRT them niggas' lyrics
You notice that?)
I learned this line, come wicked every time
And fill your mind with a conscious rhyme
Yeah, check it out one check it out
(It's nothing but conscious style)
Roll up your arms if you love
The new fisherman style, hear me now
(It's nothing but conscious style)
BDP coming through
(It's nothing but conscious style)
Knowledge reigns supreme
(It's nothing but conscious style)
Numerology, geometry, sociology, physiology
Psychology and of course philosophy
Music-ology bDPRT
It's nothing but conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember yesterday when y'all
Was Gods and Earths
Egyptians and metaphysicists on the
Verge of giving birth to understanding
And planting seeds that grow
Now everybody's on that bullshit
About killing and so
Eat my pussy, suck my dick
Well that's the size of the shit
So in the head of ignorance
I rip some conscious clip
Niggas is small, my task is educate y'all
Can you stop selling crack cause
Negro that takes balls
I'm on that road called freedom
Seldom traveled by the multitude
I bring gifts of life, light
And some conscious food
God degree, cause see God's the size of me
And yeah, what's the difference with the
West and the east
I feel there ain't no difference
So spread the news I spit
And since I got you listening
I guess I'll prove the shit
There's niggas is lacking over there
Niggas is lacking over here
Some niggas is dying over here
And niggas is dying over there
Black youth don't follow them
Because they don't know shit
They selling you death on that
Pursuit for Benz and Lexus
We gots to talk about
Cause I'll reveal your ass
You can't shield your dirty thoughts
With no five percent fact
Peep the jewels that I craft
See the fools that I class
I be schooling your ass
Cause being truth is a task
And I am nothing but, I'm God-blessed nigga
What? Take your hands off your nuts
And your lips off that blunt
Stand for something, stand erect
Stand for this
You'll fall for anything cause you
Don't stand for shit
I murder slime, come wicked every time
And fill your mind with conscious rhyme
It's nothing but conscious style
You ever wonder why you ain't living
How you should be living
Could it be your mentality you're giving off?
North, south, west, east
Like an unchained beast
Your thoughts bringing you to deceased
I'll release a little piece with speed
Before the savage emcee proceeds to feed
Upon the minds of the minor
I find the antidote
To the empty emcee that thinks they dope
We ain't got too far to go
Opportunities are shutting down faster
Than this rhyme flow
One day you're in your sauna
Next day a goner
You can sit and play games like
Bugs Bunny if you wanna
Real bad boys used to move in silence
Peep it but now real bad boys seem
To move in secret societies, a trip
Don't slip with your lip talking
Shit with your clip
Showing your ass as I blast into it
With a clip of conscious lyrical wit
KRS-One comes well equipped
You can follow me in a mass of one
Follow me in a mass of two turntables
You're listening to the sound now
Of the Profile label with BDPRT, yo Wise
Tell 'em just what you see
Niggas is talented
But they let it go to waste
I'm came to smack that ign'ant
Smile off your face
You're lacking knowledge of self and
What I'm talking about
You niggas laughing but that's something
You should cry about
Right now you're finding out is God
Is back up in the house
My weapon's in my mouth and watch
How I can take you out
Intelligent, represent
Ignorance, slaughter it
Slangspit Entertainment
Run shit, on the planet bDP, up on the mix
PRT, conscious lyrics you're suffering
Niggas is sick, where's the Bufferin?
I hear that gangsta shit but
Let some conscious brothers hit
You know the type that fight
Live and die for truthful rights
Not only that
We will kill for this righteous life
I'm on the mic for the
Purpose of shedding light
You take my life? Go fly a fucking kite
I'm infinite, I'm yesterday, today, tonight
Tomorrow morning
You see this is your future talking
Babylon is fallen
Poor people of the world are ballin'
Black people calling for PRT
And what we talkin'
Black facts and shit like that
Dress and lack, get your head cracked
Rip tracks and refuse to come whack
(Yo PRT them niggas' lyrics
You notice that?)
I learned this line, come wicked every time
And fill your mind with a conscious rhyme
Yeah, check it out one check it out
(It's nothing but conscious style)
Roll up your arms if you love
The new fisherman style, hear me now
(It's nothing but conscious style)
BDP coming through
(It's nothing but conscious style)
Knowledge reigns supreme
(It's nothing but conscious style)