Part One

Black Thought
*Background*
Is this fast or normal speed?
Yeaknawsayin?yeaTable of Contents
Fuckin wit itone twoit s the Table of Contentscome on (2x)
Uh yeauh huhyo

Check it outyou re now intuned to the sounds of the
R to thedouble-O to theT-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically fittracks I m bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC s sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is that of the S-P
ConnectionPennsy a part of meSouth Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark onefearsomeslump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that s my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out thereyou better stand clear
The Fifth Dynastyit be a world premier
Cuttin through like attorneys at law that s car chasin
You star gazingthe force y all facin is the
R-to thedouble-O to theT-S an
Y all niggaz in the mixkeep guessin
The world traveller in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin
Supreme simplyo-fficial Dundee
What I bring ll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I m watchinRoots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the ring
Y all niggaz on some othery all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It s safe to assumein all confidence
That I m one of the illest in the seven continents
Yoyou on my dickthanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutanentyou I been rhymin since
The fuckin past tensefuck no delayin
Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin mind

Part Two

Malik B
It the R-to thedouble-O to theT-S an
Yo yoit s the R to thedouble-O to theT-S an yo
When I strike to exciteI just aimI never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of deathgive your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pagesfor ages
Impacts like M-16 s to twelve gauges
The rage is still in menever act too friendly
Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramblebecause this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terraingo against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sectorleavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sectorleavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sectorleavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of lifebut the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days
Wagin warsusin dynamics cuz I ma slam it
You talkin all this out out your mouthyou satanic
Roam the planetalways takin bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can t understand it
You told to sit backstand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face
I m like trustnever leavin no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend?
Peep the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed taipack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiahwhen I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I m for hire *echoes*

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