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