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THE ROOTS lyrics : "Web"

[Black Thought]
Uh huh
uh


And it weights a ton
'riq geez mother$#&@ers 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 ^!$$%, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb
Y'all better bow down when the ruler come

I'm a real hood ^!$$% 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 %#@! you know where it come from
It's philly world-wide phenomenom
And reinforcin' that %#@! 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 (*##$es 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%, 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
^!$$%, 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' ^!$$%z 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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