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The Roots - Web lyrics
[Black Thought] Uh huh uh 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 phenomenom 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' |
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