Word Iz Life Lyrics
| Song | Word Iz Life |
| Artist | Poor Righteous Teachers |
| Album | New World Order |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Grimes | |
| Yo turn the mic down a little | |
| Yo | |
| Yeah | |
| Word, haha | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers y'all | |
| You know what I'm saying? | |
| Just like knowledge is infinite | |
| I'm God and I'm living it | |
| Giving it all that I've got | |
| Shots lick and Bic lighters flick | |
| I strike a pose, strike my mic with these flows | |
| Am I nice? I suppose | |
| Heaven knows I'm on some other shit | |
| Sisters and shows call me boombastic | |
| I feel I'm dime-blasted | |
| Stamp on it girl, I'm telling you | |
| For truly strong like that's the God that's in me | |
| She was my agony, and no idea, see | |
| I educate you through the teacher in me | |
| There ain't no reefer in me | |
| One swig of malt licquor end a nigga | |
| I touch the mic and universally greet | |
| Rising earths with peace | |
| And you know how I'm like that | |
| Do this for blacks stranded in projects | |
| Cashing welfare checks, we gots to do what we gots to | |
| My peoples flip for the slang I spit | |
| Shots ring, I trip, grip this plastic | |
| I gots to stay refined, body and mind | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Stay refined, body and mind | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Word is bond, (word) word is life | |
| And word is life, (word) my word is life | |
| [x3] | |
| (Word is my life G) | |
| I sip a bottle of tonic, strictly Zion root | |
| Ginseng and juice, chew sticks I chew | |
| We watch lecture spots, shake hands with the ock | |
| Heads'll clap non-stop, dock and yes give props | |
| Hip hop fly on top all blacks up on lock | |
| P.R.T. crew drops life in your head-top | |
| One hundred thirty seven one third miles per hour | |
| I put your planet in continuous revolution | |
| Penetrate, dry mist from a lake | |
| Create rain, snow, sleet, hail and earthquakes | |
| Snowflakes under the surface of the spot that you stand | |
| See God is a man, and you can't deny that | |
| I set it off, let it off it pops | |
| Fuck track backdrops for fat raps I rock | |
| Knoledge, me going deaf kiss the sky like Meth | |
| Rise above earthly matters watch the truth undress | |
| I saw the moon turn to blood, watch the sun go black | |
| Sisters crying come back, cause now the whole world lacks science | |
| Recognize the infinite size | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Word is bond, (word) word is life | |
| And word is life, (word) my word is life | |
| [x3] | |
| (Word is my life G) | |
| Back in the day before the words became flesh | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers ran shit in a triple stage of blackness | |
| I spat the spit fact this chick gave birth | |
| To black gods on earth, cause I be cream of the planet G | |
| You notice me, freaking shit like Jodeci | |
| Who the fuck you supposed to be? Siegfried and Wise | |
| Love outburst mercy if my word ever fail | |
| I accepted death I saw through my words being false | |
| Splendid way of life, knowledge and wisdom complete | |
| Understanding, over-standing on this Superman beat | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers sat back | |
| Saw what it was that y'all lack | |
| Culture designed the attack | |
| We got one Clark for the track | |
| Set it off it's bond, true | |
| Word is bond | |
| I got my cellular phone cause the wisdom's calling | |
| Keep 'em refined, body and mind | |
| They'll forever love Wise, word is life | |
| Word is bond, (word) word is life | |
| And word is life, (word) my word is life | |
| [x3] | |
| (Word is my life G) |
| zuo ci : Brown, Grimes | |
| Yo turn the mic down a little | |
| Yo | |
| Yeah | |
| Word, haha | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers y' all | |
| You know what I' m saying? | |
| Just like knowledge is infinite | |
| I' m God and I' m living it | |
| Giving it all that I' ve got | |
| Shots lick and Bic lighters flick | |
| I strike a pose, strike my mic with these flows | |
| Am I nice? I suppose | |
| Heaven knows I' m on some other shit | |
| Sisters and shows call me boombastic | |
| I feel I' m dimeblasted | |
| Stamp on it girl, I' m telling you | |
| For truly strong like that' s the God that' s in me | |
| She was my agony, and no idea, see | |
| I educate you through the teacher in me | |
| There ain' t no reefer in me | |
| One swig of malt licquor end a nigga | |
| I touch the mic and universally greet | |
| Rising earths with peace | |
| And you know how I' m like that | |
| Do this for blacks stranded in projects | |
| Cashing welfare checks, we gots to do what we gots to | |
| My peoples flip for the slang I spit | |
| Shots ring, I trip, grip this plastic | |
| I gots to stay refined, body and mind | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Stay refined, body and mind | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Word is bond, word word is life | |
| And word is life, word my word is life | |
| x3 | |
| Word is my life G | |
| I sip a bottle of tonic, strictly Zion root | |
| Ginseng and juice, chew sticks I chew | |
| We watch lecture spots, shake hands with the ock | |
| Heads' ll clap nonstop, dock and yes give props | |
| Hip hop fly on top all blacks up on lock | |
| P. R. T. crew drops life in your headtop | |
| One hundred thirty seven one third miles per hour | |
| I put your planet in continuous revolution | |
| Penetrate, dry mist from a lake | |
| Create rain, snow, sleet, hail and earthquakes | |
| Snowflakes under the surface of the spot that you stand | |
| See God is a man, and you can' t deny that | |
| I set it off, let it off it pops | |
| Fuck track backdrops for fat raps I rock | |
| Knoledge, me going deaf kiss the sky like Meth | |
| Rise above earthly matters watch the truth undress | |
| I saw the moon turn to blood, watch the sun go black | |
| Sisters crying come back, cause now the whole world lacks science | |
| Recognize the infinite size | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Word is bond, word word is life | |
| And word is life, word my word is life | |
| x3 | |
| Word is my life G | |
| Back in the day before the words became flesh | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers ran shit in a triple stage of blackness | |
| I spat the spit fact this chick gave birth | |
| To black gods on earth, cause I be cream of the planet G | |
| You notice me, freaking shit like Jodeci | |
| Who the fuck you supposed to be? Siegfried and Wise | |
| Love outburst mercy if my word ever fail | |
| I accepted death I saw through my words being false | |
| Splendid way of life, knowledge and wisdom complete | |
| Understanding, overstanding on this Superman beat | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers sat back | |
| Saw what it was that y' all lack | |
| Culture designed the attack | |
| We got one Clark for the track | |
| Set it off it' s bond, true | |
| Word is bond | |
| I got my cellular phone cause the wisdom' s calling | |
| Keep ' em refined, body and mind | |
| They' ll forever love Wise, word is life | |
| Word is bond, word word is life | |
| And word is life, word my word is life | |
| x3 | |
| Word is my life G |
| zuò cí : Brown, Grimes | |
| Yo turn the mic down a little | |
| Yo | |
| Yeah | |
| Word, haha | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers y' all | |
| You know what I' m saying? | |
| Just like knowledge is infinite | |
| I' m God and I' m living it | |
| Giving it all that I' ve got | |
| Shots lick and Bic lighters flick | |
| I strike a pose, strike my mic with these flows | |
| Am I nice? I suppose | |
| Heaven knows I' m on some other shit | |
| Sisters and shows call me boombastic | |
| I feel I' m dimeblasted | |
| Stamp on it girl, I' m telling you | |
| For truly strong like that' s the God that' s in me | |
| She was my agony, and no idea, see | |
| I educate you through the teacher in me | |
| There ain' t no reefer in me | |
| One swig of malt licquor end a nigga | |
| I touch the mic and universally greet | |
| Rising earths with peace | |
| And you know how I' m like that | |
| Do this for blacks stranded in projects | |
| Cashing welfare checks, we gots to do what we gots to | |
| My peoples flip for the slang I spit | |
| Shots ring, I trip, grip this plastic | |
| I gots to stay refined, body and mind | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Stay refined, body and mind | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Word is bond, word word is life | |
| And word is life, word my word is life | |
| x3 | |
| Word is my life G | |
| I sip a bottle of tonic, strictly Zion root | |
| Ginseng and juice, chew sticks I chew | |
| We watch lecture spots, shake hands with the ock | |
| Heads' ll clap nonstop, dock and yes give props | |
| Hip hop fly on top all blacks up on lock | |
| P. R. T. crew drops life in your headtop | |
| One hundred thirty seven one third miles per hour | |
| I put your planet in continuous revolution | |
| Penetrate, dry mist from a lake | |
| Create rain, snow, sleet, hail and earthquakes | |
| Snowflakes under the surface of the spot that you stand | |
| See God is a man, and you can' t deny that | |
| I set it off, let it off it pops | |
| Fuck track backdrops for fat raps I rock | |
| Knoledge, me going deaf kiss the sky like Meth | |
| Rise above earthly matters watch the truth undress | |
| I saw the moon turn to blood, watch the sun go black | |
| Sisters crying come back, cause now the whole world lacks science | |
| Recognize the infinite size | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers, word is life | |
| Word is bond, word word is life | |
| And word is life, word my word is life | |
| x3 | |
| Word is my life G | |
| Back in the day before the words became flesh | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers ran shit in a triple stage of blackness | |
| I spat the spit fact this chick gave birth | |
| To black gods on earth, cause I be cream of the planet G | |
| You notice me, freaking shit like Jodeci | |
| Who the fuck you supposed to be? Siegfried and Wise | |
| Love outburst mercy if my word ever fail | |
| I accepted death I saw through my words being false | |
| Splendid way of life, knowledge and wisdom complete | |
| Understanding, overstanding on this Superman beat | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers sat back | |
| Saw what it was that y' all lack | |
| Culture designed the attack | |
| We got one Clark for the track | |
| Set it off it' s bond, true | |
| Word is bond | |
| I got my cellular phone cause the wisdom' s calling | |
| Keep ' em refined, body and mind | |
| They' ll forever love Wise, word is life | |
| Word is bond, word word is life | |
| And word is life, word my word is life | |
| x3 | |
| Word is my life G |
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