歌手:The Roots
专辑:《The Tipping Point》

作词 : Dorsey, Hubbard, Thompson ...
作曲 : Tarik Trotter & Ahmir Thompson & Leonard Hubbard
Uh huh uh
And it weights a ton riq geez motherf*ckers 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 n*gga word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb
Yall better bow down when the ruler come
Im a real hood n*gga 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 s**t you know where it come from
Its philly world-wide phenomenom
And reinforcin that s**t 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 b*****s 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 Mc Graw
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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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
N*gga 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 n*ggaz 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