Poor Righteous Teachers

Poor Righteous Teachers - They Turned Gangsta lyrics

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[Sluggy Ranks]
 We don't want no weapons
 No weapons!
 Don't need no ammunition
 No ammunition!
 It's killing off the nation

 Guns and knives take people's lives
 It's true (for real)
 Whoa  it's true  ooh yay
 (x2)
 (Easy Mr. Sluggy)


 [Wise Intelligent]

 I'm 'bout to rob the robbers  kill the killers
 Flow stealers bear witness to the Thriller in Manila
 Sluggy the singer beside the teacher
 Brother J, Dark Sun Rider
 Sixty six thousand seven hundred five and a half miles per hour
 Submit while you circle the sun
 One ton, the weight of every jewel I drop inside you
 Got you wide, in a minute I'mma get you wider
 God is the highest form of living mind math and matter
 Negroes, complete the data
 Your nation's lacking, you're at the bottom of the living line
 Why? Cause Whitey screwed your simple mind
 You was a God now you're the sucker of the planet Earth
 And crowned your woman slut of the universe
 Pimping, leaning, fiending, scheming
 Trying to be the cooleest nigga for some frozen other reason
 That spit, it ain't slick on any known planet
 Except for Pluto I believe
 Three billion six hundred and eighty million miles away from something
 That's why you ain't saying nothing
 Heads is fronting, forty ounce and Phillies blunting
 Destructing before your sleepy eyes (ooh-yay)
 Teacher Wise will have you all recognize
 In minutes less than five niggas ain't 'bout this
 It seems as if hip hop's become a species in danger
 Since rappers turned gangsta

 [Sluggy Ranks]

 Guns and knives take people's lives
 It's true
 Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay ee
 (x2)
 (Yes it's true, come come come)

 [Brother J]

 Now Vibal Magus in the house I've come to address the drama
 And season up and serve couch potato Godfathers
 Overdose on movies, come up living like a script
 Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit
 Niggas please, my nickname is Mr. Freeze
 I ice steel at lockdown and bring master keys
 I'm chain ganging these crews, long lines of emcees
 Come off the final plank, slave ships of wannabes
 I journey to your roots as I burn them Zoot Suits
 Revive the nigga genes revoked while playing cute
 I execute studio gangsters up on the scene
 Strong tug to mic cord, submits my guillotine
 To eat 'em up and split 'em, 'nuff heads is rolling down
 Degrading gangsta lean, black hole is going down
 You're mudbone, and I stand with ranges shown
 Thought you'd build a house, soon find you're home alone
 With full black intangibility
 Translating my heat to unreachable degrees
 Of super burn as my crew holds you in turn
 Lyric armageddon, when will you bunglers learn
 That superfly groupies, braid heads and dreads too
 Watch too much too gallant try to run it like the screw
 Create a revolution says the realm is upon you
 The righteous be the gods and the chosen be the few
 It's like that uh

 [Sluggy Ranks]

 You can't blow breath in the end
 So why you wanna take someone's life
 It's not right, no it isn't wise, ooh yay ooh yay
 Gotta move the right way
 Don't let the devil lead you astray
 That is right, whoa that is right, ooh yay ooh yay
 Father send us some blessings
 To wash away our sins
 Stand up for the positive
 Ay, and I'll deal with negative
 Iy, we're killing them with conscious vibes
 Killing them with positive vibes
 It's nothing but conscious style ooh yay ooh yay

 Guns and knives take people's lives
 It's true
 Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay
 (x2
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Copyrights:

Author: Andrew Gregory, Jason Hunter, Scott Phillips (3), Timothy Grimes

Composer: ?

Publisher: Profile Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

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