Poor Righteous Teachers - Conscious Style lyrics

[KRS-One] Dealing in levels of astronomy, numerology, geometry, sociology, physiology Psychology and of course philosophy Music-ology B.D.P.R.T (It's nothing but conscious style) (x3) [Wise Intelligent] Yo, where the teachers went, with all that pro-black sh**? Where all the conscious n***as, who used to chat like this? See, I remember yesterday when y'all was Gods and Earths Egyptians and metaphysicists on the verge of giving birth To understanding, and planting seeds that grow Now everybody's on that bullsh** about k**ing and so Eat my p**y, s** my dick, well that's the size of the sh** So in the head of ignorance, I rip some conscious clip n***as is small, my task is educate y'all Can you stop selling crack cause negro that takes balls I'm on that road called freedom, seldom traveled by the multitude I bring gifts of life, light, and some conscious food God degree, cause see God's the size of me And yeah, what's the difference with the west and the east I feel there ain't no difference, so spread the news I spit And since I got you listening, I guess I'll prove the sh** There's n***as is lacking over there, n***as is lacking over here Some n***as is dying over here, and n***as is dying over there Black youth don't follow them, because they don't know sh** They selling you d**h on that pursuit for Benz and Lexus We gots to talk about, cause I'll reveal your a** You can't shield your dirty thoughts with no five percent fact Peep the j**els that I craft, see the fools that I cla** I be schooling your a**, cause being truth is a task And I am nothing but, I'm God-blessed n***a, what? Take your hands off your nuts, and your lips off that blunt Stand for something, stand erect, stand for this You'll fall for anything cause you don't stand for sh** I murder slime, come wicked every time And fill your mind with conscious rhyme (It's nothing but conscious style) [KRS-One] You ever wonder why you ain't living how you should be living Could it be your mentality you're giving off? North, south, west, east, like an unchained beast Your thoughts bringing you to deceased I'll release a little piece with speed Before the savage emcee proceeds to feed Upon the minds of the minor, I find the antidote To the empty emcee that thinks they dope We ain't got too far to go Opportunities are shutting down faster than this rhyme flow One day you're in your sauna, next day a goner You can sit and play games like Bugs Bunny if you wanna Real bad boys used to move in silence, peep it But now real bad boys seem to move in secret societies, a trip Don't slip with your lip talking sh** with your clip Showing your a** as I blast into it With a clip of conscious lyrical wit KRS-One comes well equipped You can follow me in a ma** of one follow me in a ma** of two turntables You're listening to the sound now of the Profile label With B.D.P.R.T Yo Wise, tell 'em just what you see [Wise Intelligent] n***as is talented, but they let it go to waste I'm came to smack that ign'ant smile off your face You're lacking knowledge of self and what I'm talking about You n***as laughing but that's something you should cry out Right now you're finding out is God is back up in the house My weapon's in my mouth and watch how I can take you out Intelligent, represent Ignorance, slaughter it Slangspit Entertainment Run sh**, on the planet B.D.P., up on the mix P.R.T., conscious lyrics You're suffering n***as is sick, where's the Bufferin? I hear that gangsta sh** but let some conscious brothers hit You know the type that fight, live and die for truthful rights Not only that, we will k** for this righteous life I'm on the mic for the purpose of shedding light You take my life? Go fly a f**ing kite I'm infinite, I'm yesterday, today, tonight Tomorrow morning, you see this is your future talking Babylon is fallen, poor people of the world are ballin' Black people calling for P.R.T. and what we talkin' Black facts and sh** like that Dress and lack, get your head cracked Rip tracks and refuse to come whack (Yo P.R.T. them n***as' lyrics, you notice that?) I learned this line, come wicked every time And fill your mind with a conscious rhyme KRS: Yeah, check it out one check it out (It's nothing but conscious style) WI: Roll up your arms if you love the new fisherman style, hear me now (It's nothing but conscious style) KRS: B.D.P. coming through (It's nothing but conscious style) KRS: Knowledge reigns supreme (It's nothing but conscious style)