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- The Roots
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And it weights a ton riq geez motherfuckers
Im a son of a gun
Black master of any trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue clear my path and come get your captain hung
Trying to breath like blackll collapse your lungs
Young chump you could choke off the web
I spun I done cleared em out from the threat
I brung You done heard about what set
Im from My nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb
Yall better bow down when the ruler come
Im a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum
The way Thought put it down be confusin some of yall cats cant walk while chewin your gum n all
With a keyboard got do with a drum n all
School em on stage like
Im doin a seminar
Professional type,
Im adjusting my mic
Go to war kid
Ill give you any weapon you like
Give you something to run from , bust off your dum-dum
Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from
Its philly world-wide phenomenom
And reinforcin that shit is my 9-to-5
And when I finish making you recognize
Im getin at a couple civilized women thats tryin to ride
You were waitin on the raw to come off the oil
You wanna get the bitches up off the wall
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
To keep you in health , this for all of yall
Im quick on the draw like
Black McGraw
And I cant tell what yall cats rappin' for
My name riq geez and
Im back for more
To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of
Malcom X on the door while
Im eatin
MCs like a carnivore
Matter fact, ease back fore you get harmed
Ring the, warning horn when
Im gon perform
The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove
Im a have yall flicks on the evening news
Play yall part - get on yall
Ps and Qs
And when yall think
Thought, be prepared to lose
Bring money to spend and somebody to lend
And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens
Get took for your tuck right in front of your hens
Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends
Because, I put a black fist under ya chin
Have your physical remains found under the pen
If Im coming up in the place,
Im coming to win
Wasnt in it for a minute, now
Im dumbin again riq geez ock , yall can chat what yall please
Receive what
Im gonna give back to yall please cuz yall dont really wanna get clapped with all these
My man, you can take yall strap when yall leave
You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze
Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze
MCs, never showed loyalty yet
Kool Herc aint never get a royalty check
I do work, no question, and bomb your set
Im calm collect, sharp like my name
Gillette R
IP my man
Gillette Until
I touch the mic, yall people aint seen danger yet
Im a decorated vet,
I regulate and wreck
Never hesitated yet,
Im gettin heavy weighted checks
If you would dare ask if
Im dedicated - yes
I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest
Nigga, take ya seats
Im a demonstrate a test
How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh
And it thump, from the east coast to
Bangladesh
Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death
But hold tight, cuz its not over yet
I dont even feel like
Im not sober yet
And it ring like shots in the projects new years eve
And it aint even
October yet
Im a big bounty hunter like
Boba Fett
Yall more shell shocked then a soldier get
If the prize in my sights then
Im goin for this
Whoo whoo riq geez be the ultimate
Im the corporate, give me the bulk of this riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip
Get down how you posed to get
I got nothing to lose,
Im a killer with no regrets
Im like young
LL, cuz Im hard as hell
Makin niggaz screw face like
Gargamel Now
Im all out on my own like
Patty LaBelle
Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle
Keep the beat goin
Keep the beat goin
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