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Web


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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