IRC-Galleria

Yeah we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all
The game has locked me 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 somethin' like a threat to y'all space cadets
'Cause you never met a brother nothin' like me yet
So push another slice into your toaster, tighten your vests
Cause it's a warrior you seein' here tonight in the flesh
I give you sudden high voltage double dosage
Runnin' with these vultures givin' me ulcers
Which one of these hustlers bringin' the thunder
'Riq-Gees not another man takin' us under
Nigga please which Philly cat doin' his own thing
Might say black might give you a code name
Round my neck see the microphone hang
Have your lady lip-syncin' like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Captain, Lieutenant, General, Sergeant
Black, one man army movin' in on your squadron
You sittin' still you know you a target
You heard you better duck down!

-Black Thought aka Tariq Trotter aka Riq-Gees