Webb, Spud Filmography

• ESPN City Slam
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Superstars in Sports Training Video Basketball
  2000, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Eddie
  1996, role: actor , character name: Spud Webb
• Forget Paris
  1995, role: actor , character name: Spud Webb

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Speed Up - Catherine Corelli
• Speed Up - Kara
• Souped Up - Masters Of Illusion

INTRO:
Call it love…
You’re alone if you try to follow…
Call it hate…
You’re alone if you try to…
VER1:
I’ll never declare you a deity,
(even though I want it to be reality)
I’ll never idolize you, cuz your flesh and blood.
(even though I feel more than just sympathy)
Sometimes I wanna follow someone to the edge of the
earth
(even though I know that I will never do that)
Bring me to the brim; bring me to the verge,
Take me to the brink, take me to the edge
Till we’re out of line.
VER2:
Sometimes I wish I could be your goddess,
(even though I’ll never ever lead you somewhere)
Sometimes I feel like you can become my demon.
(even though I’ll never follow you to nowhere)
We push our lives forwatill da moment we die
(you can walk beside me, but don’t step in my way)
I’ll bring you to the brim; bring you to the verge,
Take you to the brink, take you to the edge
Till we’re out of line.
BRIDGE:
Catch up with me
If you wanna speed up with me,
Hold on with me,
You got no time to hesitate
I slow down with you
If you want to become a part of me,
And I stop with you
If we speed up together.
CHOR1:
Call it love
(or any other romantic stuff)
Call it hate.
(if you have nothing to tell me)
Anyway
(no matter what you pretend to be)
You are alone if you try to follow.
Walk beside
(If you want to be with me)
Or curse your fate
(I won’t regret if you leave)
Never stop
(closing in equals death)
You are alone if you try to conduct me.
BRIDGE:
Don’t give up
no matter what you pretend to be
Don’t give up
no matter what you want to be
Don’t give up
no matter what you really are
Don’t give up
cuz I’ll turn my back on you.
VER3:
I know the way that it happens
(Close up your illusions, I need reality)
Second after second and day after day
(even though you fill more than just sympathy)
You’ll claim my freedom, but I’ll refuse
(even though I’d feel like I would give it you).
Somewhere on the brim; somewhere on the verge,
Somewhere on the brink, somewhere on the edge
When we’re out of line.
VER4:
Perhaps I could love you more than anyone else…
(Second after second and day after day)
Perhaps I could share some time with you…
(Minute after minute and year after year)
But I’ll never exchange my way for you
(sure I do it if you try to steal me away)
Somewhere on the brim; somewhere on the verge,
Somewhere on the brink, somewhere on the edge
When we’re out of line.
BRIDGE:
Catch up with me
If you wanna speed up with me,
Hold on with me,
You got no time to hesitate
I slow down with you
If you want to become a part of me,
And I stop with you
If we speed up together.
CHOR2:
Call it love
(or any other romantic stuff)
Call it hate.
(if you have nothing to tell me)
Anyway
(no matter what you pretend to be)
You are alone if you try to follow.
Walk beside
(If you want to be with me)
Or curse your fate
(I won’t regret if you leave)
Never stop
(closing in equals death)
You are alone if you try to conduct me.
JOINT:
Perhaps I could love you more
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up!
If we speed up together…
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up!
Perhaps I could love you more
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up!
If we slow down together…
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up!
CHOR3,4:
Call it love
(or any other romantic stuff)
Call it hate.
(if you have nothing to tell me)
Anyway
(no matter what you pretend to be)
You are alone if you try to follow me.
Walk beside
(If you want to be with me)
Or curse your fate
(I won’t regret if you leave)
Never stop
(closing in equals death)
You are alone if you try to conduct me. X2
BRIDGE:
Call it love…
You’re alone if you try to follow…
Call it hate…
You’re alone if you try to follow…
JOINT:
Perhaps I could love you more
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up!
If we speed up together…
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up!
Perhaps I could love you more
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up!
If we slow down together…
Don’t give up! Don’t! Don’t give up! X2
CODA:
Perhaps I could love you (don’t!),
Perhaps I could love you (don’t!),
Perhaps I could love you (don’t!),
More… x2
OUTRO:
Call it love…
You’re alone if you try to follow…
Call it hate…

kokoro no tsubasa o hatamei te I’m gonna fly
sup+do tobashi te kimi ni ai ni iku kara
sonna shisen mune ga koge chai sou na noni
Tell me why doushite mitsume teru dake na no ?
C’mon and Fly My Heart !
mate nai yo Sensation
Eh Eh Eh Oh !
hayaku dakishime te yo ne Sensation
Eh Eh Eh Oh !
Wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP SPEED UP SPEED UP
Wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP SPEED UP SPEED UP
kokoro no kirameki kimi ni mise teru noni ?
suki na no ? kowai no ? sukoshi hakkiri shi te yo
sonna kotoba aimai nante ira nai kara
Do you know konnani kimi ga daisuki da kara ?
C’mon and Fly My Heart !
kidui te yo Sensation
Eh Eh Eh Oh !
‘ suki ‘ to oshie te choudai Sensation
Eh Eh Eh Oh !
Wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP SPEED UP SPEED UP
Wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP SPEED UP SPEED UP
C’mon and Fly My Heart !
mate nai yo Sensation
Eh Eh Eh Oh !
hayaku dakishime te yo ne Sensation
Eh Eh Eh Oh !
Wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP SPEED UP SPEED UP
Wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha
Just SPEED UP wontcha

[Kool Keith]
Man, I turn on the TV man
I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen
up at the mall wearin the gold chains, one of the guys from BET
Man them boys is souped up, just
I walked up to one with my wife, asked for an autograph
He turned his back to me [scratch: "Because I am so cool!"]
I waste no time tellin you in front of your ugly girlfriend you can't rhyme
Smack your engineer with a tall can of Olde English beer
Urinate on your SSL board and your lyrics sheet
Defecate in the hood at your store for leavin your fans
butt-naked with a box of Pampers in the middle of the street
Blow your socks off, send the girls you take to exquisite resteraunts
to Pink Hot Dog, exclusive company just miss the masses
Talk to white girls with flat stomachs, no stretch marks, with black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith Livingston your lawyer, I'm gonna work you
My job is to give you a Benz, close your publishing deal while I jerk you
The contract's ready, you already signed the first two
Your buttcrack is I'ma put you on Rap City with Tigger and hurt you
Nothin to reimburse you, my voodoo curse you
Anything that come out I will alert you
Turn your ass around like a marble head baby and burp you
Smack you, beat you with a telephone cord, I can reach you
All I hear is "yo stop Keith, stop it Keith"
[Chorus x2: MOI]
[K] Arrogant, autographs, them ni'az can't sign them?
Souped up, souped up
[M] While I stay in demand, your naked wife knows I'm cocky
Souped up, souped up
[Motion Man: instead of last line]
Yo I drop in buttwipe, doodoo Charmin under pillows
That dude who fairyland turd drop with big words
Expose my other self, drippin off the bedspread
Stank bed, you smell 'em in your head, screamin
when you wake up cause it's obvious, I'm really really really funky
Typical Motion tantalizing, climbing up the track
The jock's on, rappers watch me in the field shakin pom poms
I got a whole section of 'em loaded
Bowl reflectin to the rhyme I wrote it
Like Dr. Dooom, sandwich up the rotor, no appetizer
Just a full course meal fillin statements from the Motionizer
Gorilla grip, I grab rappers by they dry lips
Straight thug a bear hug Grizzly Adams couldn't tame
Wild from Animal Bill, also precise
Yo mami cosi en carne, yo papi usted Y spice
Cause I been spyin on her, extremely relyin on her
Your sister too, now whatchu wanna do? (You wanna do)
I fuck a n'ia like Chitty, Ohana too, followed you
In the air like a molecule
The standard prototype, explicit rap extreme and souped up
[Chorus]