- Song Name: Web
- Artist Name: The Roots
- Album: The Tipping Point
- Songwriters: Leonard Hubbard, Robert Dorsey, Tarik L Collins
- Release Date: 2004.07.13
LYRICS FOR "Web"
And it weights a ton
'Riq Geez m************ 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
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
Go to war kid I'll give you any weapon you like
Give you something to run from
Stop kid
It's Philly world-wide phenomenon
And reinforcin' that s*** 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 b****** up off the wall
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
To keep you in health
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
Ring the
The first nigga that move
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
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
Because
Have your physical remains found under the pen
If I'm coming up in the place
Wasn't in it for a minute
'Riq Geez ock
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 see the squad come in the place
Ice cold
MCs
Kool herc ain't never get a royalty check
I do work
I'm calm collect
RIP my man gillette
Until I touch the mic
I'm a decorated vet
Never hesitated yet
If you would dare ask if I'm dedicated yes
I spit
Nigga
How to freak the beats
And it thump
Big Bank
But hold tight
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
'Riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip
Get down how you 'posed to get
I got nothing to lose
I'm like young LL
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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