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Web

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Web est sorti le 13 juillet 2004 par Geffen* dans le cadre de l'album The Tipping Point

Détails du titre

AlbumThe Tipping Point

Date de sortie13 juillet 2004

LabelGeffen*

Qualité mélodique

Acoustique

Valence

Dansabilité

Énergie

BPM115

PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION

Black Thought

Chant

Hub

Basse

Kamal Gray

Claviers

Questlove

Batterie

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES

Tariq Trotter

Paroles/Composition

Ahmir Thompson

Composition

Leonard Hubbard

Leonard Hubbard

Composition

Albert Goodman

Composition

Harry Ray

Composition

Walter Lee Morris

Walter Lee Morris

Composition

PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE

Robert Dorsey

Ingénierie de prise de son

Mark Gray

Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

Jarred Zastow

Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

Jimmy Douglass

Ingénierie de mixage

Halsey Quemere

Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Richard Nichols

Richard Nichols

Production

Jon Smeltz

Ingénierie de prise de son

Tom Coyne

Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Uh, huh

Uh

And it weighs a ton

'Riq Geez, muh'fuckers, 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

Tryin' to breathe 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 ****, word of mouth, little rule 'a thumb

Y'all better bow down when the ruler come

I'm a real hood ****, 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

What a keyboard got to do with a drum and all?

School 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminar

Professional type, I'm adjustin' my mic

Go to war, kid, I'll give you any weapon you like

Give you somethin' to run from, bust off your dum-dums

Stop, kid! That hot shit — you know where it come from

It's Philly, worldwide phenomenon

And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5

And when I finish makin' you recognize,

I'm gettin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride

You been waitin' on the bol to come off to all

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' MC's like a carnivore

Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed

Ring the warning horn when I'm gon' perform

The first **** that move, or disturb the groove,

I'mma 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 face Thought, be prepared to lose

Bring money to spend, and somebody to lend

And some worthwhile money, not 20's and 10's

Get took for your tuck right in front of your hens

Who coulda helped you, ****? 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 comin' up in the place, I'm comin' to win

Wasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again

'Riq Geez, akh, y'all can chat what y'all please

Receive what I'm gonna get back to y'all, believe

'Cause you 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

MC's 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

R.I.P. my man Guillet

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'll penetrate a vest

****, take ya seats, I'mma 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, 'cause 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 shellshocked then a soldier get

If the prize in my sights, then I'm goin' for this

Woo-woo! 'Riq Geez be the ultimate

I'm the culprit, give me the bulk of this

'Riq set it on the Magnetic Ultra tip

Get down how you 'posed to get

I got nothin' to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets

I'm like young LL, 'cause I'm hard as hell

Makin' **** screw-face like Gargamel

Now I'm all out on my own like Patti LaBelle

Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle

Keep the beat goin'

Keep the beat goin'...

Written by: Ahmir Thompson, Leonard Hubbard, Tariq Trotter

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