� Time to get funky and radical hip as I get to the point Rock this funky joint Wait a sec, the teacher's got to check the intellect First time I stepped in, didn't give you it, but But give you what? The people or the chief, I often come to teach it tough But must I be just enough to manifest? The fabric mathematics might be that of Asiatic Rock the joint, subtract the static, then add your rocket to my concept Now I gots to stand for this, for this why Civilized hip-hip-hop rhyme from a black mind Jigging it to you all the time, nice alarm You like a more up-beat sign Reference this my way of life and this be that of Islam I'll take my time, think before I manifest the rhyme Strap in that character, stop the music on a dime Knowledge me a cappella, wisdom G, I manifest an understanding Understood, so there's no need for I keep you guessing Follow me now, see, see I be rocking The second hand is ticking, still the posse don't be clocking Controllers of the clock be ticking closer to the point Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint It's the stardust that, this style that I use Went, went false so rather rapidly PRT posse backing me, easy now star You know exactly who we are We're righteous teachers, try BPRT for sure Now, now don't want more, hmm? Or am I too much for the mentor? Proceed teacher, please Just keep it sorta simple like hip-hop Yeah, complicatedly I place it According to the moods of my intellect Step for step, I step a little closer to the point Rock this funky joint But, but I'm your teacher, I teach ya Rock it when I rock ya, the king I quote from Is a different style of hip-hop Smooth like a wise word spoken from a prophet Rough like a slave trying to get away See I combine with two kinds of rhyme Trying to reach ya, the knowledge of myself Makes me a poor righteous teacher Stop the flip the topic, Islamically I drop it My duty be to teach, so keep your pistol in your pocket I self, lore and master Traveling faster, as I get closer to the point Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint I'm not step yet, yet I'm on top of it I, I have to get the styles that you be seeking And the words that I be speaking Poor righteous teachers posse teaching Anyone that lacks this style that I be styling Mentally profiling, should I say I'm Smooth with the roughness Just serving justice, suckers try to suck this But, but I be scoping, never I'm not sleeping Because it's culture freedom, gee Who's posse ruling? PRT, Burbee It's sort of simple see, now look at me The holy intellectual type When I write, the spirit always keep me Something hype, I pet the mic, yo Cause it's my whole life, life like I'm creating Man I be festating, can I say I'm great when There's not another brother greater Turn to culture freedom for support Gee man I face the point Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint But no excuses, losers never rock this Snakes try to stop this Purify their holy hip-hotness Listen to the concepts, sweat technique Peace be the lord, I feel the sword when I speak As-Salaam-Alaikum Wa-Alaikum-As-Salaam A universal greeting from the people of Akan Step into the realm of my cypher Feel the different type of Step in technique, twelve hundreds master by the rhyme He's asking me to rock So now I'm giving him the spot Style be the lyrics I be kicking Intelligence be ticking, somewhat symbolic to a bomb Many brothers Roland fell a victim I'm not living with them Because they didn't know the time Turn to culture freedom for support Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint Rock this funky joint