Spinnin’ Webs & Rappin’ Rhymes

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey Spyder what's happenin'? Just spinning webs and rappin' rhymes Say what? Word up, just like this Well, I'm Spyder-D, rappin' on the mic So you sucker MCs, it's time to bite 'Cause I can shock you on, and on and on You see, I shock the house until the break of dawn I say if by then you are still alive I'll shock you some more just to blow your mind 'Cause I'm a one of a kind, I'm so unique To the rhythm and the sound of the funky beat Now you've heard my voice, you heard my name Rocking the mic is my claim to fame And I'm smoother than a smooth piece of glass When it comes to love I'm at the head of my class You see, I'm not too tall, I'm not too short And chasing the girls is my favorite sport And I shock the house so viciously 'Cause I'm a one of a kind def MC So everybody just a-get on down And rock it to the rhythm of the sure-shot sound Like Spider-Man on the wall I say, I got the rap to top 'em all And if you don't have a good time Then you must be ill or you can't hear my rhyme 'Cause I'm the coolest MC there ever was And when the ladies hear me, they fall in love And when I rap to the beat, I'm right on time And you can get down to my serious rhymes To the beat, everybody Everybody to the disco beat See, I'm number one out of all the MCs And my rap is sweet like the honey from the bee See, I got some class, I got finesse My MC name on American Express So movie stars, celebrities Make some room at the top, will you please? 'Cause I'm climbing up the ladder of success When it comes to disco I am the best So pretty girls, get on the floor And give the fellas what they bargained for And to all you guys that are acting shy If you're scared to dance, say goodbye 'Cause we're here to rock, we're here to freak We're gonna hip-and-a-hop to the disco beat One two, y'all, beat beat, y'all And you don't stop and you don't stop Like two plus two, does not equal three I'm gonna rap to you a little history This history is not a hundred years old 'Cause it happened only a while ago See, I was chilling in a Mercedes When I caught this freak staring at me I said, "Hey, pretty girl, what's your name" She said, "I won't tell you 'til you tell me your game" "My game", I said, "is making love It's just a god-given talent from the heaven above" But the look on her face yo, there was some doubt So I took her to the crib and I busted her out After that, she was quite surprised When she left the crib she was hypnotized So the girl came back again and again Until she got caught by my girlfriend My girlfriend said "What's up with you?" The other girl said "So, what you wanna do?" I said "Come on, girls, you got to chill on out 'Cause fighting over me ain't what it's all about" So I told the freaks to flip a coin Whoever is the winner is the one I will join So I flipped the coin up in the air But then the girls decided they would like to share So I grabbed the coin from off the ground We jumped in my ride and we went uptown And then we checked in at a little motel I showed the men I had clientele So they let me in, admission free I gave them a tip and then I took the key And then I took the girls to the room Took off their shoes and their tight Sassoons And then they rocked me 'til I couldn't rock no more I said they rocked me like no one ever done before And I was riding high up in ecstasy I was ego tripping like Muhammad Ali But I learned a lesson while I had some fun You see, I learned two heads are better than one So if you have a little row like this Don't settle for one, take two or three Like Spider-Man on the wall I can rap it to the beat like the [?] This is Spyder-D, I said I'm doing the do So just rock it on until I'm through 'Cause it's on and on and on, on and on And the beat don't stop 'til the freaks are gone I say it's on and on and on, on and on Like hot butter on the what? the popcorn Yes, yes y'all, beat beat, y'all And you don't stop and you don't stop I say I got the rap that you can't resist And the sure-shot beat that just can't miss You see, the beat will take you way up high It's like a super disco out in the sky It's like New York City on a Friday night And Friday is on, so you know it's alright So just freak to the beat, to the funky beat Young ladies, get up outta your seat To the beat, everybody, everybody to the disco beat I say, Brooklyn crew, do what you wanna do Just-a boogie to the boogie to the boogaloo Come on, Manhattan, let's come alive You hip-hip-hop and so-socialize And the freaks from the Bronx, you know you're down So just rock it to the rhythm of the sure-shot sound And the people from the Islands, both Staten and Long Just freak to the beat while I rap it on But South Jamaica is my hometown You see, the girls are on and the fellas are down So come on, South Jamaica and the rest of Queens Just shock the house on the disco scene To the beat, everybody, everybody to the disco beat You see I'm spinning a web of reason and rhyme And like a superhero I'm right on time To save the day with my disco beat Young ladies, get up outta your seat 'Cause I'm a rhyme sayer, a ball player and a ladies' man too And without a doubt, you see I shock the house So come on and do the Patty Duke Beat beat, y'all, yes, yes y'all And you don't stop and you don't stop Like Donna Summer 'On The Radio' Like the foxy ladies at the disco Like getting money from Uncle Sam The group and I are cutting a jam Like Spider-Man on your wall Spyder-D is the best of them all Yes, yes y'all, beat beat, y'all Spyder-D, y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, don't stop, y'all Everybody to the disco beat Just-a rock it on until the break of dawn Keep on and on and on and on To the beat, y'all, don't stop, y'all Keep it on, on and on and on To the beat, y'all, don't stop, y'all Keep it on, on and on and on, on and on, on and on and on, on and on, on and on and on, on and on....