Poor Righteous Teachers - I'm Comin' Again lyrics

God still shall commence To show and prove, thy third a power of Wise, Intelligence Wise, G's comin' again again and again Watch the move, ghetto move Ruffly rough, smoothly move Yes some do want to know why we state the lyrics that are fresh What's the time, black man's time There's no need axe me that Why I'm an original teacher just for being that of black Follow me now see, see I be puttin' Those that ain't in place and placin' that be good and plenty See God be on that road that leads to mastering one-twenty From who's the original man to how far's Pluto from the sun Uphold the weight of earth and that's, six s**tillion tons These devils lying to blacks so through the teacher truth will come The black man's God, what's grafted is devil And Jesus not Christian The sun the seven the moon the star there's sixteen shades to black The proper education, ay, consider me exact You lack you lose you lose you lost the knowledge of yourself And if you don't know who you are, you won't know no-one else I'm comin' again, Wise G's comin' again again and again Ah, ease up ahh yes a lot! Stop that