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Gods, Earths and 85ers

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I'm about to judge a man by the price of his kicks

But off this talk shit, come work these worthy actions

Cause y 'all know, Jersey run things, every time

Boy, built, destroyed, trippin', must make noise

Enjoy the fruits of life, me, the wife of my boys

My seed, won't need for anything, trust me

Black man, enough land, 800 acres of trees

Please, this amnesties, travel regularly

Degrees, constantly, study everywhere we be

Barely, dare a he, who talked enough shit

To come and get the stitch, to fix the split upper lip

That shit provide us, but call us great civilizers

And true supplier, but God's thirst in 85 is black

Whatever happened to the God's in the earth

His thirst for the body gold, God works his birth

Knowledge is worth more than diamonds

When the mind is shining, surprise, but God's earth in 85

Dedicated to the God's in the earth

His gift diamond, never lie for 85

It's dollar 10, 23, 9, 19, 5

Hold the mic, I don't buy straight in

Brother, your eyes in here, 6 years

Everywhere, oh yeah, it's 96

I wanna understand it, understood

Get the goods, build the school down south

It's a remote location that nobody knows about

Teach, add on, to the life that we live

God degree, 12 jewels, eat the food that I give

No pay, strictly close to mathematics

In fact, poor blacks, on track, mission to take the earth back

Cause whitey got it locked, that's why the whole world moves

We're wearing crowns made of thorns and being put to the cross

Lost souls, future's told, in the death sea scrolls

God reduced to a savage, lackin' soul control

Talkin' lots of shit, about his drugs and guns

Several daughters, enough sons, ain't tryin' to raise none

Yo, ho, ho, ho, let me slow up with the flow

Can't move too quick, because niggas got to know

The duty of the civilized, is to civilize the uncivilized

And make the world recognize, that God is wise

And wises God to the death, and back to life

You Lazarus and I'm the Christ

The forthcoming, like a thief in the night

The way, the light, the key to everlasting life

Bad shit providers, will call us great civilizers

The true suppliance, for God's ursin' 85's, y 'all

Whatever happened to the gods, and the urns

It's us, for the prodigal, God works his birth

Knowledge is worth more than diamonds

When the money's shinin', surprise us, for God's ursin' 85's

Since I, been away, I been thinkin' about

Outgun slingers, turn slingers in black culture

When that, wake up, all you teachers

Time to teach a new way, grassroots

Past truths, into the ears of black youths

Watch me, talk the talk and walk the walk

Right now, as mystic as it seems

I bring for real to your dreams, see

Midnight melodic, gotta dip, off the black drug

Street niggas bug, cause they know we do this for the love

We rose above, every limit that they said we had

Who loves your ass enough to strictly educate the mass

Come get your cash, fill your mind with swine and dash

No longevity, these niggas we will never be

You will remember we, from now through forever, G

I am infinity, lyrics flowin' endlessly

You ain't no frenemy, so don't even pretend to be

Like O .J. Simpson, be sleepin' with the enemy

I'll call you out and make the world know your ass is slackin'

Quotin' some lessons, but see no parts to understand it

You standin' under, my reign's mostly hell and thunder

That's why you wonder, what's causin' this to exist

I raise the mist, to steal the gifts of many currents

Don't be determined, accept the life or get the death

Nevertheless, you bein' blessed, cause I'm who got it

Don't know the time, but niggas must be wearin' gas watches

Hands on your boxes, turn them up like seven notches

Your magnum boxes, amplify my superconscious

Shit providers, will call us great civilizers

And true suppliers, for God's ursin' eighty fathers

Y 'all, uh, and you don't stop

PRC represents, y 'all

Hold it up, hold it down kid

There's a new set of rules you shall all have to abide by

Gods, Earths and 85ers โดย Poor Righteous Teachers – เนื้อเพลง & คัฟเวอร์