| The lyric of Panic, The Roots's song Malik B Check it outone two M-illi-tant I be thealias Malik B Internationale rationale All the people up 68th Ave. and across Broad Street or Silk Lane in South Philly And onet cetera Check it outcheck it out Chorus: The Roots Here on this agendathere is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members Here on this agendathere is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members Verse One: Malik B Dig itcool calm collect in my perspective Search the premisesI leave no clues for detectives My verbal impact across your back slap You talk about you see mebut your vision s full of cataract It don t matter thatyour glass house I shatter that Bad luck I walk under now show me where the ladder at Pull up the urinal organs up in your bladder cat Approachin you with shriller rhetoricas if you had a sac Now crews down for ityour gas pedal floor it with ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with a zort Change your strategic planmy man s getting bored Your vocal chord is fraudulentand not the true porcelain I bring the fireearthand the source of wind The force of sin will endorse the pen We all search for sanitybut I think that it was lost again Now which stick of artistscan be the smartest My beam of sunlight shines the brightest in the forest Regardlessartists dislike because I m ? Control the tempermakin MC s whimper I tilt the Earth from off the axis in the center Next I m in the womb like a placenta M-Illi-Tant the city ninjauplift cause I m the soul avengerremember I m no great pretender Chorus 2X Verse Two: Black Thought StrategisI bet y all niggaz can t believe this I read you like a whole avenue that s filled with meters parkedfuck your back talkI watch how niggaz cat-walk over my pit of venom and send em to the asphault For inquisitiveswho wanna try to test me What protects mewill make you shake like epilipsy Plague your neighborhood with lyrical le-prosy Stimulate more than Ecstasy y all niggaz check my recipe Dig itI must observe itanalyze when I m chillin Peep out who s the villain then make your whole pavillion of a Sicilianexcuse the greed don t want a mill I want a zillion - stacks of Franklins to the ceiling I counts stacks importedfuck the yacht and the mansion I want Pluto and Jupiterpoliticaluniversal expansion Buy out Tommy and Halle Hanson Kidnap America? you hold it for ransom Pass it down to my grandsonI got no time to be romancin Only time s for mental food and advancement This game of Life is strictly chancein - get to know the nature before I get know the nigga while I m glancing Enhancingis my mental - I play in the midst a squad a team most crews is not in the halfs of rentals My utensilsdisplay a whole variety Even when in the cut niggaz can t cut they anxiety PeepI fill your brain with suspicionpay attention like you paid tuitionand stop all your bull-ishin The rap chemist in the lab to the finish The mic is my apprenticecause I can t stand courts or tennismy pigmentation is the menace That s why the system s always tryin to pursue with a blemish Pale assesthink a nigga in this My flow s tremendousfor the meal you can t replenish The question you ask mesituation get worse Fam I won t befriend yacause I m no great pretender Chorus 2X Malik B It s like thatone time for your mind Fifth Dynastyinterwine and combine M-Illi-Tant The Bad Lieuten-ant One hundred XBahamadia Minds and soulslike that Fifth Dynast my man ?P.R. Star My man Slick Looka Check it outone time like that Feel the Fifth The One-Fifth attack Your backbone and spine Check it out Brother Q.U.E.S.T. South Philly?
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