Will Tell - Web We Weave lyrics

[Intro: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] Mr. Metaphor: How we live, how we lead Block McCloud: [?]. [?] Mr. Metaphor: We walked the road Block McCloud: Left the road. Left the tote. Here, take it. Break it [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x4) The lives we lead, the web we weave, the bread we thieve The road we take, the codes we break [Verse 1: Block McCloud] Bring the drums. I will be done. I'll sing this summer And you'll hum from here to kingdom come I came like [?]. I kicked some a** Whipped like lash, I licked her a** [?], and flicked the ash And bash your brains to make a name and take the reigns from Satan's claim You feel aches and pains and bake in lakes of flame I aim to please. My mane'll squeeze My stainless steeze will stain MCs And make your brain debris and change degrees Below zero. We roll thick as brick And bleed [to limit?] the sickest thieves, so victory Is mine. I speak in rhyme. You read between the lines Seeking yeast, y'all find I lead the blind Who can't designed sight. I give. I live [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] The time is now to find out how I wind ‘em down and rhyme out loud. I'm kind of proud to Be the one who freed the Sun, stars, and moons I scarred your tombs in rides of doom Our lives resume and walk the road: New York to Rome To France, my poem advance like holding chants I hold these stands. I stood and stand my ground I hand them down, the random sound expand around The globe. [Who dock to row?]? My thoughts explode I mold a mic. I told you, right? My soldiers strike [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x4) The lives we lead, the web we weave, the bread we thieve The road we take, the codes we break [Verse 3: Block McCloud] Show me the money and dough we divvy. I know I'm privy To serve you facts. We hurt new Jacks Whose work is wack like the serpent back in Eden Adam and Eve, we had ‘em believing Lies. We lead the lives of thieves For bread, we weave a website And dead night. We shed light like headlights I get nice, strike your softest spot Off the top like head lice, causing stink like dead mice Men go on pretending, tone condescending ‘til bombs descending Now you're comprehending, you're palms are sweating It's Armageddon—we're all just setting minds on lands So mind your stance. No time to glance I'll blind your stance, bind your hands to find your plants Foil your rhyming chants. Join us or soil your pants Hanging from coils, son, boils your skin Turmoil within destroy and begin again [Verse 4: Mr. Metaphor] Follow my path. I know the math of life I laugh and joke for half a toke—I have to smoke The antidote to chant the note. The fans will quote And cheer—I hope you hear the foc- Us/Is here to stroke your ear and free your mind I read the [?] my lethal rhyme The lives we lead, the web we weave, the bread we thieve The road we take, the codes we break The broken fake and hook. You shook to took We take your cake you cook. You booked a date Yo, meet your fate. We clean your plate, we fiend to state The facts. Sit back, relax. The Brooklyn Ac's [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x4) The lives we lead, the web we weave, the bread we thieve The road we take, the codes we break [Outro: Sample from [?]] Oh, what a tangled web we weave Oh, what a tangled web we weave Oh, oh, what a tangled web we weave Well, first we practice to deceive