1.I Don't Care
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Karl Jenkins, Ahmir
Thompson, Anthony Tidd, Frank Walker
Ooh yeah, I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Yo, I don't really know but somebody said
That the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head
And the police know that the green black and red
Too strong to control, they study what I said
Dig it, my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic
I'm known to spit somethin' that these MC's hate
I couldn't care less what you feel what you say
'Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way, I'm a
monster
You know I'm certified sick
I came from the corner where nobody got shit
Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit
Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit
Been a long time comin', I was caught in the scramble
Of cats, tryin' to do the same thing that they man do
Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble
'A Dangerous Mind,' I'm a prime example
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin' the ground up
You need to fall back, could be Narc's around us
You in a hot area for marchin powder
If you holdin' chowder, just walk without it
Them real crook brothers don't talk about it
They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid
I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem
They made a lot of money, they money never made them
The game of survival is filled with rivals
Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin' in spirals
The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral
Could be greed and gluttony bubblin' inside you
Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you
Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you
And have you up in somethin' that dont' really involve you
But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin', the face kinda jumpin' the
game
Lookin' sweeter than a bassline bumpin'
Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin'
Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin'
It ain't really bout nothin', Philly just love cuttin'
They shut shit down before the law start shuttin'
Get your route right cousin, be out nightclubbin' relaxed
And wanna get lights out tonight brother
Perhaps, it's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic
For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit
Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it
But move to the music he can live through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer
It's Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
By the stack, comin' at us, get your weight right yeah
If not, you makin' a mistake right there, f'real
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
2.Web
Lyricist：Tarik L Collins, Robert Dorsey, Leonard Hubbard
And it weights a ton
'Riq Geez motherfuckers I'm 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 black'll 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 I'm from
My nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb
Y'all better bow down when the ruler come
I'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum
The way thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all
Cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all
With a keyboard got do with a drum 'n all
School 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminar
Professional type, I'm adjusting my mic
Go to war kid I'll 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
It's Philly world-wide phenomenon
And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5
And when I finish making you recognize
I'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's 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 y'all
I'm quick on the draw like black McGraw
And I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' for
My name 'Riq Geez and I'm back for more
To get more chips than the corner store
With a portrait of Malcom X on the door
While I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivore
Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed
Ring the, warning horn when I'm gon' perform
The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove
I'm a have y'all flicks on the evening news
Play y'all part get on y'all P's and Q's
And when y'all 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 I'm coming up in the place, I'm coming to win
Wasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again
'Riq Geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please
Receive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please
'Cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all these
My man, you can take y'all strap when y'all 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 ain't never get a royalty check
I do work, no question, and bomb your set
I'm calm collect, sharp like my name gillette
RIP my man gillette
Until I touch the mic, y'all people ain't seen danger yet
I'm a decorated vet, I regulate and wreck
Never hesitated yet, I'm gettin' heavy weighted checks
If you would dare ask if I'm dedicated yes
I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest
Nigga, take ya seats I'm 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 it's not over yet
I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet
And it ring like shots in the projects New Year's Eve
And it ain't even October yet
I'm a big bounty hunter like Boba Fett
Y'all more shell shocked then a soldier get
If the prize in my sights then I'm goin' for this
Whoo whoo 'Riq Geez be the ultimate
I'm 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, I'm a killer with no regrets
I'm like young LL, 'cuz I'm hard as hell
Makin' niggaz screw face like gargamel
Now I'm all out on my own like Patty Labelle
Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle
Keep the beat goin'
Keep the beat goin'
3.Meltin' Pot
Lyricist：Steve Cropper, Duck Dunn, Al Jackson, Booker T Jones
Alright, 100 grand says I get it in one take
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
Trust me, it's something 'bout the way I touch her
The way that I hold her, the way I clutch her
She move a lot but that ain't shit to me
I need that bitch and that bitch needs me
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
4.Duck Down!
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Montez Roberts, Scott Spencer Storch
Yeah we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all
The game is locked we down to the eight ball
The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait for
I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature
I'm somthin' like a threat to y'all space cadets
'Cause you never met brother nothin' like me yet
So push another slice into your toast and tighten your vests
Cause it's a warrior you seein' here tonight in the flesh
I give you somthin' high voltage double dosage
Runnin' with these vultures givin' me ulcers
Which one of these hustlers bringin' the thunder
Re-gees (refugees？) not another man takin' us under
Nigga please which Philly cat doin' his own thing
Might say black my give you a code name
Round my neck see the microphone hang
Have your lady lips singin' like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man army move in on your squadron
You sittin' still you know you a target
You heard you better duck down
Yeah we gettin' set to get rid of y'all that's what it's headin'
for
The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger ball
I spit what your wig absorb sicker than sycamore
I'm creatin' a circumstance that you a victim of
The rebel or the renegade out on the quest
The super black man runnin' wit a S on his chest
And stand for the straight struggle to escape the stress
You think it's sweet tryin' to eat, you ain't taste this yet
So make y'all steps precautious into the darkness
Thoughts cold and heartless makin' me nauseous
Gettin' more remorses for what I done
If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run
You see the liberty is free but just for some
How you a gangster and you scared to bust your gun
For the call, trust your fam' and trust nobody at all
Seein' brothers gettin' struck down
You better duck down
5.Boom!
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Hardy, Jenkins, Lewis, Ahmir Thompson,
Williams, Wilson
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out a room with a could of smoke
Smokers rolling with the punches
I survive and rock
'Cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
Party people gather 'round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage
The man at hand that rule the school
And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z
And be the most to boast, I'm load and proud
The game and reign that remain
The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the
More higher level of depth one step beyond dope
To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note
'Cause I could never let 'em on top of me
I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like an astro
And send them to jail for tryna pass go
Shaking them up, breaking them up, taking no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So quest love let the fire roast
So I can flow and we can kill the whole show 'cause
Party people gather 'round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage
I'm live, design a finer rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution or a warning sign
Look for antonyms, words I'm sending em
Homonyms, synonyms good like M 'n' M's
You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
My brain like a factory constantly creating
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
Now it get sorted 'cause people wanna sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
And my brain go, I do my thing yo
Party people gather 'round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot
(Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage
6.Star ／ Pointro
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Sylvester Stewart, Ahmir Thompson
Get 'em up high, okay, yeah
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, okay
When that adrenaline get in they system
It get 'em out on a quest for stardom
Could be a motherfuckin' problem in Philly
Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem
Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin'
Don't even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing
And you dream of floodin' the scenery with, llello and greenery
But for now, you stickin' her with the heavy machinery
Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
And like e'rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
Holdin' somethin' in they spine, 'Bowling for Columbine'
Stressin' to me how it's all about a dollar sign
Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind
Up against the clock and damn near out of time
'The Tipping Point' has arrived, and that's the bottom line
To all my peoples that's stars, it's our time to shine
Let's get 'em up high, c'mon
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, okay
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, okay
Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language？
I'm deprogrammin' y'all with uncut slang shit
I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous
Twist some cool champagne, I'm goin' through changes
A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues
Learn the rules lil' homey, you could be one too
Niggaz know, ain't no tellin' what he gon' do
But recognize young bruh, I'ma do it for you
You know why？ We all stars and we highly evolved
Hip-Hop, it's not pop like Kylie Minogue
If it bang, them gettin' busy brothers probably involved
In the game, where everybody got a shottie to draw
I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin' or what？
I can't call it man, I got the ladies fallin' in love
'Cause handsome, intelligent, tough, I'm all the above
I know you knew it it's the movement, groove to it while you
doin' it up
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, c'mon
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, c'mon
Introducin' the band you gotta see to believe
He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve
It's Black Thought, he rockin' sharp so the speakers'll bleed
I run a triathalon, you wouldn't see me fatigued
I'm a star, and maybe y'all should cop somethin' to be
Or trade some of y'all equipment in for somethin' you need
'Cause it's a, lot of bullshit floodin' the scene
Where everybody's a star, and hot shit is few and far between
We lose the grip of what, garbage mean
Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it's hard to be
Don't wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin'
Keepin' it real'll kill you if you end up lettin' it
Ain't it blowin' your mind how the game all in line
Now the best, to the rest, we fin' to end up settin' it
I'd tell you that I was a veteran but it's evident
You act like you want it, you gon' end up gettin' it
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, c'mon
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, okay
Go all-star, and get down for yours
Young ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, uh-huh high, c'mon
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
I love you for who you are, every bit of you's a falling star
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
Everybody wants to shine
7.Why (What's Goin On？)
Lyricist：Zukhan Bey, Tarik Collins, Charles Douglas, James Gray, L Ron
Hubbard, Corey Williams
Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？
Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？
Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？
Why？ Why？
Sky's the limit so you know I'm gonna rise and shine
I gotta do my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all
that's hidden
That's the reason I'ma speak my mind
Keep from going insane now work with it
We in the last innin', the world keeps spinnin'
My people steady losin' while the rich keep winnin'
It's like we neva smilin' and the devil steady grinnin'
Killin' what we representin' even our children and women
2K4, livin' above and under the law
Young teen joins the marines, says he'll die for the core
Inducted up into the government's war
As if the land of money and oil funny how ain't none of it's
yours
I can't sleep yo I'm paranoid, it's code orange
It's far from right, I guess that's why it feels so wrong
To see the world get stripped out of every resource
And people pray to Coca-Cola now instead of the Gods
What's goin' on？
Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？
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Keepin' your head above water, hustlin' to survive
Some people chasin' a dream, others just chasin' a high
Some people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie
Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by
But still they workin' all they life, they pushin' for the light
Givin' everything they got to stitch them swishes on ya Nike's
Puttin' pockets on our jeans, mining diamonds for them rings
Rewarded with small change and bullets in they brains
And it makes me feel strange everything we take for granted
At times I feel stranded on this planet of mine
Now should I pull the hammer, clap it out and laugh about it？
Or stand up, be counted while I cast my ballot？
When the undertaker's busy and the prison's is crowded
People livin' in fear because they vision is clouded
But the sky's the limit, I ain't cryin' you a river
Gotta move me a mountain, I'm a git up and shout it
Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？ Why？
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When I dream it's hounds on my heels gainin' momentum
I'm tired, can't get uninspired or quit runnin'
I can feel they only inches behind, I escape, I survive
Some how I gotta decide how much I want it
Or is anybody listenin' without a pot to piss in
If I disappear I wonder if the world will know I'm missin'
Who my support system, it's not the court system
Gotta letter which said that you're not avoiding prison
People 'neath the microscope 'cause we defining the culture
They smile and insult you like you shinin' their loafers
Them old heads say we need a modern day Moses
When the leaders is posers we needing some soldiers
It's the X generation, the anger in a nation
Got the writing on the wall so clear that I can taste it
Like a kid sniffing glue somewhere trying to escape
'Cause we vulnerable and naked gotta show 'em we can make it
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8.Guns Are Drawn
Lyricist：Tarik L Collins, Douglas, Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Livingston,
Ahmir K Thompson, Anthony Tidd, Walker
Yeah, it would be cool it could be too
Stop running round in circles off of what we fuel
Living 'em lie, so eventually believing it's true
A lot of people here for us one could be you
It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing
But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phones or pagers
No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's
What you gone do when the poliece state vegin
Well, it already began but I guess it depends
On what's really going on what's happening, huh
Military target practicing
They finna write another patriot act again
The day's is short, the nights is long
The fight goes on and the pistol and the pipes are drawn, come
on
In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme
In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme
And some might say that it's a waste of time
'Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time
When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds
You know the stakes is high we in the face of drama
That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem
It's like a game of roulette the barrel revolving
They only wanna see us occupying a coffin
Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving
From trying to get over, get under, get even
Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy
We got to get it right, it ain't about to be easy
You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy
Believe it's on as long as we can thus speak freely
The pages of my life would make it hard to read me
I know my people hearing me, holler it you hear me
In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme
In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme
9.Don't Say Nuthin
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Scott Storch
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
Keep em playing they position
Keep making the people listen what I spin
Put 'em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
We never listen to them
It's like trying to take a piss in the wind
My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test 'em
They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress 'em
Now who the type built to last？
It's no question, the Master!
Villain in Black with no stets in my sound
Hitting you hard from every direction
Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here and don't say nuthin'
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress
Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
Surprising what niggas willing to do to get a necklace
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D
Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
Most times they be sticking you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it's my worst bar then I'ma take it right back nigga
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here and don't say nuthin'
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin'
I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang
Thicker than big boy baby, Mom, sister pain
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected
Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin', all bets is canceled
Nigga black ink, red was a G financial
We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
See me put the system on lock like can pill
So get with them endorsements, and call reinforcements
Cause my click come a full sizable portions, yeah
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here and don't say nuthin'
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
10.Stay Cool
Lyricist：Tarik L Collins, P Griffin, Jenkins, Lewis, Y Paterno
Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop vessel, and her shoes is ill
But her hand, keep slippin' on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when there's moves to make
Especially when what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large
We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll never get this fool
Check it out
(Stay cool)
Stay cool daddy
(Stay cool)
Stay cool ma
(Hey, hey)
C'mon
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool, stay cool)
There it is
(Yeah hah hah, stay cool)
Hip-hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side
The game stitched y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet
Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'-sev' chillin', tougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' rocked by they buildings
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin' to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
You feel the music know I'm over there probably
Pimpin' on the same system that forever shorted me
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you wanna make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound system rockin' steady as us and it's cool
(Stay cool)
Yeah
(Stay cool)
Stay cool ha
(Hey, hey)
Check it out, and just
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
Yeah
(Hey, stay cool, stay cool)
(Yeah hah hah, stay cool)
Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the chase harass me
They never ride past me, they really comin' at me right
They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me
Just, blast me in your box, play my shit
I know it's crowded at the top, 'cause I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset
But it's fine, re-gizzlin' I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned
The way I'm operatin' what is a surgery of rhyme
It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames
I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
Hip-hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for change
I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin' the chains and I'm cool
Stay cool, stay cool hey, hey
Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules
Hey, stay cool, stay cool
Yeah hah hah, stay cool
11.Somebody's Gotta Do It
Lyricist：Floyd Carson, Tarik L Collins, Douglas, Gray, Leonard
Hubbard, Ibrahim, Tahir Jamal, Karl Jenkins
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is
Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
My level headedness make it come off so effortless
The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
My track record is hot shit, consecutive
Smug, I got game just like a record executive
A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
Bet on black, bet these cats that's all gelatin
Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent
Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in
Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin'
Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin？
Oh, now it's nothin'
Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning
I flip like my name Turner
That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike
Turner
The raw sojourner for truth, the mic burner, yeah
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in
And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands
Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves
So I don't form pals, conform to norms, morals different
Gifted, use it to shift shit
A mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
You could lick a million shots at the character of the body
shell
They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell
Before there was ain't hard to tell
The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well
Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
I scraped barrel, even dined up on wine and steaks
'Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
Will get smaller as I approach, so watch your stash box
Fox logo if your fave is local
Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo, this is
work niggas
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
I made it, ain't nobody believe in me
But this rap game is like selling coke legally
Ain't no innovations, that takes concentration
Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting
Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics
Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric
Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache
Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed
The profit on kill if you let it nigga's feeling energetic
Wanna rumble, guns will come out here come the paramedics
I'm just trying to live like I've Devin tired of my people
failin'
We all sin, the devil, what did I tell 'em
Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
I see things vividly, ya'll vision is blurry
Even if you hate, through my music you gone love
Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
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