Time to get funky and radical as I get to the point.
Rock this funky joint.
Wait a sec, my teacher's got to check me in till I muster my step.
Damn it, thank you, Pewitt, but I'll give you what.
The people are the chief, I often come to teach and talk,
but must I be just enough to manifest?
The fabric mathematics, black lead data,
basiatic rock, the two -shift ecstatic, and that's a rocket to my concept.
Now I gots to stand for this, for this wise, civilized,
dead hip hop rhyme from a black mind.
Stickin' it to you all the time.
I salam, you make some more of peace sign.
Reference is my way of life and you feed that up Islam.
I pick my time, before I manifest a rhyme.
Sharpen that charisma, stop the music on a dime.
Knowledge me, acapella with some G.
I manifest an understanding.
I'm just a fulfilled Nipah.
Keep your guess and follow me now.
See, see, I be rockin'.
The second hand is thickest, though the posse don't be clockin'.
Controllers of the clock be takin' closer to the point.
Rock this funky joint, yeah.
Mmm, we're on fire, yeah, that's right, baby.
And the rhymes has just begun, yeah, that's right, yeah.
And our only desire, yeah, that's right, gets you.
Rock this funky joint, teach them, teach them.
It's one more step, there's now that IQ switch.
Pitch from four rather rapidly.
PRT boss be backin' me, he's an out star.
You know exactly who we are.
We're righteous teachers, 5VPRT for short.
That and one more, hmm?
Or am I too much for the mental?
Proceed, teacher, please, just keep it sorta simple.
Like hip hop, they're complicatedly our places.
According to the moods of my intellect.
Step for step, I step a little closer to the point.
Rock this funky joint.
But, but I'm your teacher, I teach ya.
Rockin' when I rock ya.
The thing I will rock means a different style of hip hop.
Smooth like a wise word spoken from a prophet.
Rough like a snake tryin' to get away.
See, I'm combined with two kinds of rhymes.
Tryin' to reach ya.
The knowledge of my soul makes me a righteous teacher.
Stop the fiddlin' topic.
Islamically, I drop it.
My duty be to teach, so keep your pistol in your pocket.
High self, law and master.
Travelin' faster, as I get closer to the point.
Rock this funky joint.
See, we're on fire.
And the rhymes have just begun.
And all that I desire is to rock this funky joint.
Teach them, teach them.
Stomachs, yeah, yeah.
I'm on top of it.
I, I have to get the style that you be seekin'
and the words that I be speakin'.
For righteous teachers, quasi -teachin'.
Anyone that likes this style that I be stylin'.
Mentally profilin'.
Should I say I'm smooth with the roughness?
Just servin' justice.
Suckers try to suck this butt, but I be scopin'.
Never, I'm not sleepin'.
Because it's culture freedom, G.
Who's bossy, rulin'?
P .O .G.
Word, B.
It's sorta simple, see.
Now look at me.
The holy intellectual type.
When I write, the spirit always keep me somethin' hype.
I pimp the mic, yo.
This is my whole life.
Like, like I'm creatin'.
Man, I be festatin'.
Can I say I'm great when there's not another brother greater?
Turn the culture freedom for support.
Demanifest the point.
Rock this funky joint.
We're on fire.
The rhymes has just begun.
And I'm the designer.
Rock this funky joint.
But no excuses.
Losers never rock this.
Snakes try to stop this.
Purifying holy hip -hopness.
Listen to the concept.
Sweat tech, technique.
Peace be the Lord.
I feel the swarm when I speak.
Hi, salam, ya legum.
Ya legum, I say la.
Our universe is breeding from the people of our kind.
Step into the realm of my cypher.
Feel the different type of.
I must promise different stepping technique.
Twelve hundreds master by the shah.
He's asking me to rock.
So now I'm giving him the spot.
Thousand north of Gaza.
Of course it rocks.
Thousand north of Gaza.
Of course it rocks.
Thousand north of Gaza.
So that'll be the lyrics I'll be kicking.
Intelligence be ticking.
Somewhat symbolic to a bomb.
Many brothers rolling felon victim.
I'm not living with them.
Because they didn't know the time.
Turn the coach and feed them for support.
Demanifest the point.
Rock this funky joint.
We're on fire.
And the rhymes has just begun.
And I'm only.
Deciding.
To rock this funky joint.
Check it out, right.
4, 5, 6, T -S -P -I -C.
In the house.
I'm a role manager.
Chuck.
That wonderful brother power.
Always in the house.
You know what I'm saying?
And hey, yo, monster.
Just keep being scary.
When you in there.
You know what I'm saying?
Must say peace to the queen.
Love elevation.
And one must say peace to Queen Shannara.
And one must say peace to a lot of other queens.
But I just can't recall their names right now.
And yo, it's smooth with the roughness.
Because we're just some of them.
Just dance.
Sing yeah.
Black man, boys.
Black girls.
Wimps.
