The Roots - Web lyrics

(uh huh... uh) ...and it weighs a ton rick G's mutha f**as im a son of a gun black masta 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 breath like black will collapse your lung young chump you could choke off the web i spun i done cleared em out from the thread i brung you done heard about what set im from (my n***a) word of mouth a little rule of thumb yall better bow down when the ruler come im a real hood n***a not a hood-lum the way thought put it down be confusin some of yall cats cant walk while chewin ya gum and all what a keyboard got a do with a drum and all? school em on stage like im doin a seminar professional type im adjusting my mic go to war kid ill give you any weapon you like give you somethin to run from bust off ya dum dums stop kid the hot sh** you know where it comes from its philly world wide phenomenon and reinforcin that sh** is my 9 to 5 and when im finished makin you recognize im gettin at a couple civilized women thats tryin to ride you been waitin on the boy to come on for all you wanna get the b**hes up off the wall just to see ya smile and enjoy ya self to keep you in health this for all of yall im quick on the draw like black mcgraw and i cant tell what yall cats rappin for my name rick g's and im back for more seem to get more chips than a corner store wit a portrait of malcom x on the door while im eatin mc's like a carnivore matter fact ease back for you get hung ring the warning horn when I'm gonna perform first n***a that move or disturb the group im a have your flicks on the evening news play yall part get on yall p's and q's and when yall think thought is prepared to lose bring money to spend and somebody to lend and some worthwhile money not 20s and 10s get took for your truck right in front of your hens who coulda helped you n***a? not none of your friends because i put a black fist right under your chin have your physical remains found under the pen if im comin up in the place im comin to win wasnt in it for minute now im dummin again ?re g's hi could yall? chat with yall please and see when im gon get back to yall grief cuz yall dont really wanna get clapped with all these my man you could take yall strap when yall leave you see the squad come in the place they all freeze ice cold... with this mental cool breeze mc's never show loyalty yet cool hurk aint never get a royalty check i do work no question i bomb your set im calm, collect sharp like my names gilette R.I.P. my man Gilette until i touch the mic yall people aint seen danger yet im a decorated vet i regulate a rep never hesitated yet im gettin heavy weighted checks if you would dare ask if im dedicated, yes i spit live rounds thatll penetrate a vest n***a take ya seats im a demonstrate a test how to freak the beat so gangsta fresh and it thump from east coast to bangladesh big bank pretty dank smoke the thang to d**h but hold tight cuz its not over yet yet i dont even feel like im not sober yet and it rangs like shots in the projects new years eve and it aint even october yet im a big bounty hunter like boba fett yall more shell shocked than a soviet if the prize in my sights then im goin for it woo woo rick g's be the ultimate im the corporate gimme the bulk of this reset it on a magnetic ultra tip get down how you posed ta get i got nothin to lose im a k**a with no regrets im like young LL cuz im hard as hell makin n***az screw face like Gargamel now im all out on my own like Patty Labelle put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle