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Mother Mother Wisdom

, but I spit on that good advice. Wisdom, wisdom, where can I get some? Wisdom, wisdo-o-o-om.. o-o-o-om.. Wisdom, wisdom.. where can I get some? Wisdom, wisdom

'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother

man. But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind With a genious marketing plan. I'm trying to tap into some wisdom, Even a little drop would do. I want

the mother of all Black woman ya stand so firm and tall And as you aged mind body and soul You became more beautiful You are the future, you are the wisdom The wisdom

preacher from his little wooden desk With a manner sort of awkward and countenance grotesque The simplicity and shrewdness in his Ethiopian face Showed the wisdom

to snitches Women turn to bitches, in the time of harvest We was the smarteest, worshipped Wisdom like the Goddess Now we act retarded, forsook the Wisdom

beginning of knowledge But fools despise the wisdom and instruction Heed the instructions of your father And do not foresake the law of your mother For

a new headache remedy Absorbed in it's world it's so hard to find us it shapes our minds the most Maybe the mother of our nation should remind us that

I was born three six seven eighteen with [unverified] on the wisdom Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte That means I'm gifted from the get-go Mom'