(Do it right.)      Chorus    Pull out the hardware   Let's do it right (right.)      Aiyyo, do it right y'all   Here we go, check it out   Subzero, cold from the Krush intro   The temperature alone shatter weatherproof window   We move at adrenaline rush tempo   And leave y'all rappers screamin' about   Who stepped on toes and cut ya throat   So what, you can't fuck wit though   You know it's me and that poetry to add injury to insult   When Thought begin   The what and the when   The why and the when   A be explained   Music ease the pain    Seize the brain   The flow's like sex in the rain   Hit 'em like they hit the projects wit the crane   Hit 'em like they hit the black man wit the blame   Hit the people like I'm bustin a gauge wit good aim   Tell 'em bang this, dangerous masterpiece   It's not a game to heat, pulsate through each vein   Stimulate the ghetto, that's the reason 'Riq came   It feel so surreal it's hard to keep sane   Unplug me, seems like it's raw, get ugly   I come to operate, just shine the spotlight on me   Just make a little noise if the crowd love me   The way I do it make these other rappers sound funny      Chorus (2x)      Do it right y'all   Yo, do it right y'all   Yo it's like wassup, everybody wanna get nice   But everything come at a price   It's like everybody got they own vice, mine weed and the mic   And women that I need in my life   Some strung out on religion and believing in christ   Next man need the money, stay pullin a heist   While this other wanna fiend, stay huffin the pipe   While this next wanna fiend, stay fuckin ya wife   Try to give the youth advice, and guiding light   Young boys in the street getting high tonight   Young brothers upstate hype, tryin to fight   Real bitter cause they niggas ain't fly my kite   What I do is for them chain cigarette smoke heads wit bad nerves   Old men in the barbershop using bad words   For people in the darkness, unseen and heard, for HIP-HOP   Don't get the meanin slurred   My flow disturbed   Presence is the most preferred   I descend upon Japan in a (?glowing bird?)   Talk hustle, about 4 million served   Still swerve, directing y'all, life spills, word jus.      Chorus (2x)      Do it right y'all   Yo, do it right y'all   Aiyyo, when the fifth come thru it's like amazing grace   Slow motion like you in some shit that may have been laced   Standoff at the door when I step in the place   It's like the law comin' try and pepper spray in your face   If you a weak nigga stay in ya place   My name 'Riq, when I speak   Thoughts travel at alarming rates   Come on, stomp wit The Roots   I step into the vocal booth   Armed to the tooth   Cause the people want truth   We all want clothing and food, and wanna root   So I stand up say what I say in front of you   Comin thru, feelin something new, chill for a few   I know you probably wanna keep it real for ya crew   So pull out the hardware, do what you tryin to do   So I can grab the mic, and do what I'm dyin to do   The turntableist, Krush on the 1 and 2   And it ain't no need to tell you my name, you know 'Riq jus.      Chorus (3x)