Hardware Lyrics

Hardware lyrics

(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)