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    Poor Righteous Teachers

    Allies

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    featuring The Fugees
    WJ: Yo this mic is on?
    The wickedest combination in the world!
    WI: No doubt Poor Righteous Teachers Refugees you know what I'm saying?
    [Pras]
    Walk around in the record industry
    I'm looking at all the Pharasees
    Asking me where I'm going
    All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
    They welcome me into Jerusalem
    Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
    I got my .45 by my side
    Just in case another nigga tests me someone's gonna die
    [Wyclef Jean]
    Bo bo so bo I leave the boat for the pope
    Smoke mad weed but not touch Bayley Coke
    Primary purpose of the set
    Is to present techniques and guided practice
    And forced access to forfeit
    Emcees lose focus
    Wyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs in the hell pit
    Vocabulary, comprehension, steady reading and critical analyzing
    Techniques to enable DJ's to interact with my material
    Play it on your turntable scratch it if you're able
    Characteristics, circumstances
    Will determine how long you live Mr. actor, Mrs. actress
    [Pras]
    I act will snatch gats from kids with packed back black raps
    In an Ac to get with that
    LH: Ah ah ah ah
    WI: Easy!
    [Wise Intelligent]
    Black people say I represent when I get my chance
    But when I'm rippin' to this beat, yo it's my nubian dance
    That I be doing
    Around these suckers' titles that I ruin
    Although you do not like the flow you should not have been booing
    Now you and your crew had better get your act together
    Before I have to cut the fool release the stormy weather
    Whatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my way
    And you'll be screaming "Mercy me" like if your name was Marvin Gaye
    Now put it away and stay the fuck up out my face
    I smack you in the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste
    What a waste to everything existing up till now
    So many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how
    LH: Ah ah ah
    WI: So my selector, come with the rhythm!
    [Pras]
    For sure I'm law to be the poor righteous conscious
    You might just feel thrust when I touch like Midas
    My toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous
    Wyclef and Pras they drop hits wherever they goes like Gladys
    Catch the midnight train to Georgia
    As my tongue does a dropkick like Sgt. Slaughter
    New world order, you lions who are trying to roar
    I'll silence you lambs like Jodie Foster
    There's no need to feel sentimental
    Parental guidance is advised for those who despise
    The Wise and Intelligent, Refugees, immigrants
    LH: Ah ah ah ah
    WI: My selector, Culture Freedom lay the wickedest basslines
    [Wise Intelligent]
    May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-R-S-E-Y
    Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee
    Sixteen five four three five coincide freak wise
    Time you recognize who run up in the nine
    Rush like water raw cuts in your guts
    Trails from Rozelle oh hell we rock bells
    Live as Stuyvesant, Wise and them, rise again
    The Gods A.V.G. they'll bomb Washin-
    No man 'em trouble they jet something
    Don't make me have to kick you on your God damned chin
    I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of Heinekein
    La
    Mister Wise
    [Lauryn Hill]
    OK, ha
    My intellect will protect what you threaten
    Captain to Lieutenant, even take cadets in
    I take them all rich and to the powerful
    Don't fear no other force I be defining your hardcore
    The folklore you spread down over tracks
    Got you gassed off some shit may I suggest Ex-Lax
    Relax! Your whole perception seems to be distorted
    In my dimensions fake refugees get deported
    Jokers be biting each other's styles so much it's eerie
    So many deja vu's but can't no other crews come near me
    It's weary, my brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it
    Confession to Jesus are even tried to master
    I passed it off the levels of your mere mathematics
    I'm on some astrophysics Quantum Leaping on your tactics
    Triple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses
    While I amass cream like Jackie Kennedy Onassis
    Ah ah ah ah
    Refugee P.R.T. connect
    New Jersey, this is how we do it
    WI: If hip hop was a thing that money could not buy
    The righteous would never live and the righteous would never die
    Poor Righteous teachers and Refugees come to testify
    We world sexy style
    Yo

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