Letra de Web, The Roots



[Black Thought] 
Uh huh 
uh 

And it weights a ton 
'riq geez motherfuckers 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, word-a-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 
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 shit you know where it come from 
It's philly world-wide phenomenom 
And reinforcin' that shit 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 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' MCs 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 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 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 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 
Nigga, 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' 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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