Roots - The Web Lyrics
[Black Thought]Uh huhuhAnd it weights a ton'riq geez mother*****ers I'm a son of a gunBlack master of any trade under the sunTalk sharp like a razor blade under the tongueclear my path and come get your captain hungTrying to breath like black'll collapse your lungsYoung chump you could choke off the web I spunI done cleared 'em out from the threat I brungYou done heard about what set I'm fromMy nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumbY'all better bow down when the ruler comeI'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lumThe way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'allcats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n allWith a keyboard got do with a drum 'n allSchool 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminarProfessional type, I'm adjusting my micGo to war kid I'll give you any weapon you likeGive you something to run from, bust off your dum-dumStop kid, that hot shit you know where it come fromIt's philly world-wide phenomenomAnd reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5And when I finish making you recognizeI'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to rideYou were waitin' on the raw to come off the oilYou wanna get the *****es up off the wallJust to see you smile and enjoy yourselfTo keep you in health, this for all of y'allI'm quick on the draw like Black McGrawAnd I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' forMy name 'riq geez and I'm back for moreTo get more chips than the corner storewith a portrait of Malcom X on the doorwhile I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivoreMatter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmedRing the, warning horn when I'm gon' performThe first nigga that move, or disturb the gooveI'm a have y'all flicks on the evening newsPlay y'all part - get on y'all P's and Q'sAnd when y'all think Thought, be prepared to loseBring money to spend and somebody to lendAnd some worthwhile money not twenties and tensGet took for your tuck right in front of your 'hensWho coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friendsBecause, I put a black fist under ya chinHave your physical remains found under the penIf I'm coming up in the place, I'm coming to winWasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again'riq geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all pleaseReceive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please'cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all theseMy man, you can take y'all strap when y'all leaveYou see the squad come in the place, they all freezeIce cold, with his mellow cool breezeMCs, never showed loyalty yetKool Herc ain't never get a royalty checkI do work, no question, and bomb your setI'm calm collect, sharp like my name GilletteRIP my man GilletteUntil I touch the mic, y'all people ain't seen danger yetI'm a decorated vet, I regulate and wreckNever hesitated yet, I'm gettin' heavy weighted checksIf you would dare ask if I'm dedicated - yesI spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vestNigga, take ya seats I'm a demonstrate a testHow to freak the beats, so gangsta freshAnd it thump, from the east coast to BangladeshBig bank, willy gank smoke the thing to deathBut hold tight, cuz it's not over yetI don't even feel like I'm not sober yetAnd it ring like shots in the projects new year's eveAnd it ain't even October yetI'm a big bounty hunter like Boba FettY'all more shell shocked then a soldier getIf the prize in my sights then I'm goin' for thisWhoo whoo 'riq geez be the ultimateI'm the corporate, give me the bulk of this'riq set it on the magnetic ultra tipGet down how you 'posed to getI got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regretsI'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hellMakin' niggaz screw face like GargamelNow I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBellePut the pimp game down on your mademoiselleKeep the beat goin'Keep the beat goin'
