Lirik Lagu Word Iz Life - Poor Righteous Teachers
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[Wise Intelligent]
Yo turn the mic down a littleYoYeah
Word hahaPoor Righteous Teachers y'allYou know what I'm saying?
Just like knowledge is infiniteI'm God and I'm living itGiving it all that I've gotShots lick and Bic lighters flickI strike a pose strike my mic with these flowsAm I nice? I supposeHeaven knows I'm on some other shitSisters and shows call me boombasticI feel I'm dime-blastedStamp on it girl, I'm telling youFor truly strong like that's the God that's in meShe was my agony, and no idea, seeI educate you through the teacher in meThere ain't no reefer in meOne swig of malt licquor end a niggaI touch the mic and universally greetRising earths with peaceAnd you know how I'm like thatDo this for blacks stranded in projectsCashing welfare checks, we gots to do what we gots toMy peoples flip for the slang I spitShots ring, I trip, grip this plasticI gots to stay refined, body and mindPoor Righteous Teachers, word is lifeStay refined, body and mindPoor Righteous Teachers, word is life
Word is bond, (word) word is lifeAnd word is life, (word) my word is life(x3)
(Word is my life G)
I sip a bottle of tonic, strictly Zion rootGinseng and juice, chew sticks I chewWe watch lecture spots, shake hands with the ockHeads'll clap non-stop, dock and yes give propsHip hop fly on top all blacks up on lockP.R.T. crew drops life in your head-topOne hundred thirty seven one third miles per hourI put your planet
Yo turn the mic down a littleYoYeah
Word hahaPoor Righteous Teachers y'allYou know what I'm saying?
Just like knowledge is infiniteI'm God and I'm living itGiving it all that I've gotShots lick and Bic lighters flickI strike a pose strike my mic with these flowsAm I nice? I supposeHeaven knows I'm on some other shitSisters and shows call me boombasticI feel I'm dime-blastedStamp on it girl, I'm telling youFor truly strong like that's the God that's in meShe was my agony, and no idea, seeI educate you through the teacher in meThere ain't no reefer in meOne swig of malt licquor end a niggaI touch the mic and universally greetRising earths with peaceAnd you know how I'm like thatDo this for blacks stranded in projectsCashing welfare checks, we gots to do what we gots toMy peoples flip for the slang I spitShots ring, I trip, grip this plasticI gots to stay refined, body and mindPoor Righteous Teachers, word is lifeStay refined, body and mindPoor Righteous Teachers, word is life
Word is bond, (word) word is lifeAnd word is life, (word) my word is life(x3)
(Word is my life G)
I sip a bottle of tonic, strictly Zion rootGinseng and juice, chew sticks I chewWe watch lecture spots, shake hands with the ockHeads'll clap non-stop, dock and yes give propsHip hop fly on top all blacks up on lockP.R.T. crew drops life in your head-topOne hundred thirty seven one third miles per hourI put your planet
