Web

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, huh Uh [Verse: Black Thought] And it weighs a ton 'Riq Geez, muh'fuckers, 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 Tryin' to breathe 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 of 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 What a keyboard got to do with a drum and all? School 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminar Professional type, I'm adjustin' my mic Go to war, kid, I'll give you any weapon you like Give you somethin' to run from, bust off your dum-dums Stop, kid! That hot shit — you know where it come from It's Philly, worldwide phenomenon And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5 And when I finish makin' you recognize,  I'm gettin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride You been waitin' on the bol to come off to all 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' MC's 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 groove,  I'mma 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 face Thought, be prepared to lose Bring money to spend, and somebody to lend And some worthwhile money, not 20's and 10's Get took for your tuck right in front of your hens Who coulda helped 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 comin' up in the place, I'm comin' to win Wasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again 'Riq Geez, akh, y'all can chat what y'all please Receive what I'm gonna get back to y'all, believe 'Cause you 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 MC's 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 R.I.P. my man Guillet 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'll penetrate a vest Nigga, take ya seats, I'mma 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, 'cause 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 shellshocked then a soldier get If the prize in my sights, then I'm goin' for this Woo-woo! 'Riq Geez be the ultimate I'm the culprit, give me the bulk of this 'Riq set it on the Magnetic Ultra tip Get down how you 'posed to get I got nothin' to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets I'm like young LL, 'cause I'm hard as hell Makin' niggas screw-face like Gargamel Now I'm all out on my own like Patti LaBelle Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle [Outro] Keep the beat goin' Keep the beat goin'...