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Web Lyrics - The Tipping Point - 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 

 

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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 

 

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'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 your 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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