Teacher's Trademark - Snowgoons, Wise Intelligent

Wise Intelligent

Poor Righteous Teacher

Snowgoons

Dirty Jerz, Germany connect

This how’s 'bout to happen

Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk

Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark

Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not

So they murmur a teacher without second thought

«I control the stage since the golden age» — Edo G 'Claimin' Respect 2'

Remember knick knack patty wack give a dog a bone?

No, don’t give 'em nothin' but the fo' fifth chrome

A muzzle, knuckles, some tribulation and trouble

Lean on his scheme until his punk ass crumble

Humble, hustle, Timothy never tumble

Any hood that I come through, rappers call me they uncle

And if I’m repping my jungle, Dirty Jerz in ya house

Sit thirty birds on ya couch, put more than words in they mouth

I’m that spinner who sips a fifth of cherry wine in his whip

I quote a scripture, paint a clear picture 'bout how this shit gon' get ya

Get ya wide like sister’s thighs when they welcoming Wise

Or they eyes when they surprised by the rotten' insides

But besides my sexual powers I was just fucking with ya

Switch the issue, I had some issues so I copped me a pistol

Yet I’m peace, repping the east Redbrick City and such

We were skinny can not get any niggas give me they lunch

Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk

Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark

Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not

So they murmur a teacher without second thought

I’m going downtown baby, your street in the Dodge Viper

Call me the Pied Piper, I got ya chick to follow

I got the nickle hollows, I get the pickle swallow

I tell a copper, «Listen, I ain’t Amadou Diallo.»

I say many bottles, Dolce Gabbana models

I makes 'em wobble wobble

Watch how they shake and drop it

Cop it, if it’s MC’s on the topic

Negros believe I’m a prophet, critics agree but they knock it

Till I put g’s in they pocket

Cock this heater and pop it

Watch it, Redbrick City bet it to a buck fifty

She wanna fuck skinny, up in the truck with me

Bend over bump with me, never suck a slut titties

Mind on this money see this money is mine

This might sound funny but I’m still wonderful with the rhyme

You see I’m still independent and defending my grind

So while you clapping that iron out I’ll be perfectly fine, ya dig?

Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk

Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark

Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not

So they murmur a teacher without second thought

Uh oh, heads up cause I’m dropping some shit

How any topic ya pick when I’m on top of ya mix I like it

Mid tempo when my shit go on your instrumental

Yeah still it ain’t that simple, to be this influential

Intelligently yet eccentrically live

I pack big guns when I ride, who like to see if I’m lying?

I pop up every so often costing MC’s their jobs

But why the fuck were they high?

They’re narcolepticly tired

Money managed way lacking talent most artistically challenged

Preacher balanced between the talent and the marketing dollars

should be popping they collars, stop and holler

You never find a rhymer hotter than him

The talented Tim

Taylor don’t be hating on them

Well fuck it I am, don’t be overrating 'em then

The paper the pen

The tools of which I use to ascend when tagging my name

Trying to get my foot in the game

Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk

Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark

Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not

So they murmur a teacher without second thought