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 po-lice know that the green black and red   too strong to con-trol, 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      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      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