“…stop the music on a dime. Knowledge me a cappella. Wisdom, G, I’m manifesting, understanding understood. So there’s no need for keeping you guessing. Follow me now, see? See, I be rocking. The second hand be ticking, still the posse don’t be clocking. Controllers of the clock be ticking closer to the point. Rock this funky joint!”

This is, as the name would suggest, a funky track, a natural rap-a-long, and the moment posted here is the moment to really bring it. Unfortunately, in the past, I could only mumble over this section and then catch up later.

So tonight, for my own personal satisfaction, I sat down and deciphered these lyrics (I couldn’t find them anywhere online). Now we may all enjoy rhyming along with Wise Intelligent. I know I will.