Watch me, who but Wise Intelligent come with style

How rough and ready I get

Please baby baby baby please let me talk this

None cannot walk this, spark off the darkness

Run, pick a punk, come test me or something

No fronting, I'll bust him, not bluffing or nothing

Just because I'm deadly no you can't test me

Or the Father Shaheed, or the ??? MC Freed

Bo can't you see a teacher yard in, play me

Close I beg you niggas pardon, brawling

Who, what, when, why, how and where can we get it on

I've got enough styles and I've come to set it off

PRT posse we get max amount of live and

Check the track I'm riding, New Jersey driving

Sliding in a ya house I've come to wreck that

Show me respect, black

We cash with checks and things

Ras clots make way for the Nazarite

Born as an Israelite, change a Judah height screaming

Dreaming, just because you sleeping

I've come to wake ya, but don't make me sneak ya, faggot

Knowledge I teach it, giving it just like it is

And boy you come again, dam none can trouble we

Lord is effect coming to wreck and do work so

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt



Nobody move, nobody gets hurt! [x8]



Yes the, style makes a bit of differ

Hush Mr. Petty Nigga, Wise is talking

Make way for this, the new stylee

Black God body, easy daddy

I'm gonna be giving the rhythm that's ripping the roof

Off of ya house and projects be bouncing, shit Wise Intelligent

You've got the rhymes and you've got the styles then

Pass off the blunt cause I'm champion

And PRT be teaching keeping ghetto people smiling

Pro-black and wilding, piling food stamps

Ever the voice and ??? spread the word

This wisdom I gives them comes straight from the curb

It's rough and ready to be

Nah nope nah, none can not touch me

Spark up your blunts and trick up your stunts

But don't come amongst my godly circumference

Baby baby you may let me get your head straight

Walk with the God's eyes, watch as I demonstrate

There's more to this brother than hotties and hooters

Ain't no other people like the black tribe of Judah

Lord is effect come to wreck and do work so

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt



Nobody move, nobody gets hurt! [x8]



Don't test a teacher that be swolled and

Got soul control and

Stay out my way when I'm holding

This is a project produced protect the ghetto kids

Under the sewer lid starving

Pardon me the way I talk this

Watch the black artist, poor but I'm all that I tell ya

Hell yeah, I'm about to tear this out ya hair kid

Pro-black shampoo I suggest you

Don't fuck with me Mr. Wise when bustas realizing

I am unfit to be trying

I'm out to end a kid's career

So bring all your people, ??? and let me free ya, mind

Where went the black nationality?

Some call it a casualty, I call it conspiracy

Listen the, knowlege your pops teacher calling

Who got the props? That's who teacher's robbing

Aw man hush cause God is talking

We run this block, stop no keep walking

Now who got the balls for some battling

Speaking of the battling, it's about time for some tussling

Take two of these and call me like right in the morn

Bout when the herb man is hustling

Lord is effect come to wreck and do work so

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt

Lord is effect come to wreck and do work so

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt



Nobody move, nobody gets hurt! [x8]