Appreciation: Conscious Style - Poor Righteous Teachers feat KRS-One

[The Ruler 09]

Classic song, relevant, and some real shyt, powerful...

 

[The Ruler 09]

[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 shyt?
Where all the conscious nikkas, that 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 bullshyt about killing and so
Eat my p*ssy, suck my dikk, well that's the size of the shyt
So in the head of ignorance, I rip some conscious clip
nikkas 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 shyt
There's nikkas is lacking over there, nikkas is lacking over here
Some nikkas is dying over here, and nikkas is dying over there
Black youth don't follow them, because they don't know shyt
They selling you death on that pursuit for Benz and Lexus
We gots to talk about, cause I'll reveal your ass
You can't shield your dirty thoughts with no five percent flag
Peep the jewels that I craft, see the fools that I class
I be schooling your ass, cause being truth is a task
And I am nothing but, I'm God-blessed nikka, 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 shyt
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 pulling 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 shyt with your click
Showing your ass as I blast into it
With a clip of conscious lyrical wit
KRS-One comes well equipped
You can follow me in a mass of one follow me in a mass 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]
nikkas is talented, but they let it go to waste
I came to smack that ign'ant smile off your face
You're lacking knowledge of self and what I'm talking about
You nikkas laughing but that's something you should cry about
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 shyt, on the planet
B.D.P., up on the mix
P.R.T., conscious lyrics
You're suffering
nikkas is sick, where's the Bufferin?
I hear that gangsta shyt but let some conscious brothers hit
You know the type that fight, live and die for truthful rights
Not only that, we will kill for this righteous life
I'm on the mic for the purpose of shedding light
You take my life? Go fly a fukking 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 shyt like that
Dress and lack, get your head cracked
Rip tracks and refuse to come whack
(Yo P.R.T. them nikkas' lyrics, you notice that?)
I murder slime, 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)