Letra Speaking upon a blackman Poor Righteous Teachers

Speaking upon a blackman

[intro]
Yo um, this one's dedicated to the one them call Culture Freedom… yeah

[Verse 1]
So many have waited
For someone such as myself to go solo
Oh no, oh hell, black prevails, brain cells
[To ???] a positive thought to help create this, greatness
Your posse tried it but they failed and my p-osse
PRT posse founded by some teachers
A couple of microphones then turned tables into speakers
Wisest manifestations of the words I manifest
Support from all the Gods up in Divineland Projects
Yo its a black thing
And other than down won't understand
And when I'm speaking upon a God I must be speaking upon a blackman

New black man… Tell the real story [x4]

[Verse 2]
So I proceed
To teach you from three hundred and sixty degrees of what you're lackin -
The fabrics, core knowledge of yourself
Many felt, the coming of the lord and the lord came himself
Couldn't send nobody else
Black people, stop and take a look at where you're at -
Projects, barred in the cage for the blacks
Wake up - from these animalistic problems
Give them back their bible, cause it's unable to solve them
We must come together as a people
Teach each as an equal
About the right way to go
Yo, take off your cross black, because it's crossin up your mental
You fail to comprehend the flow and I'm kickin it to ya -
Kickin it to ya straight from Divine Land
Speaking upon a God, so I must be speaking upon a blackman

New black man… Tell the real story [x4]

[Verse 3]
This is ghetto, 100% rough like a hallway
Up in D-Land Projects where the PRT p-osse stay
Why must we try to be materially financed?
I'm not sellin drugs, I'm for the people of Divine Land
Low income projects, that is
Poor Righteous Teacher keeps the head above negative
Well, very true - but what must one do to get it through to you?
Speak when spoken to, or grab the mic and simply bomb a few, weak
Not right, the life's not the ghetto type
But usin' eyes for the hype
Not kickin it to ya -
Not kickin it to ya straight from Divine Land
Not speaking upon a god, not even speaking upon a blackman

New black man… Tell the real story [x4]

[Verse 4]
I use this fabric, this fabric called knowledge of myself
That keeps me sky-risin' to the tip-top
I often mention, or rock ya like a shocker to get attention
Gods, are ruling up in hip hop
Why stop? When I drop what I top with insight
Light for the spot, not rows to the left
Right? Right meaning black to be exact you put the needle to the wax
Come hear my actual facts
Maker the owner, creamer of the planet, my life do you have it
Many of us cram to understand and I'm kickin it to ya -
Kickin it to ya straight from Divine Land
Speaking upon a God so I must be speaking upon a blackman

[outtro]
Like I said, strictly for the one them call Culture Freedom, cause we can do dat. We done that. We outta here