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(Part One) |
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(Black Thought) |
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*Background* |
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Is this fast or normal speed? |
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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents |
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Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x) |
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Uh yea, uh huh, yo |
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Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the |
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R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession |
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My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing |
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The mic chord is an extension of my intestine |
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Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan |
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My mind state is that of the S-P |
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Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries |
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Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son |
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My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum |
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Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom |
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That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion |
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Lost ones out there, you better stand clear |
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The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier |
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Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin |
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You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the |
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R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' |
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Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin |
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The world traveller in the flesh without question |
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Last seven years on tour without restin |
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Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin |
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Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee |
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What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country |
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Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit |
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And carry out strategic plans to leave wit |
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The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting |
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My Dundee atire for MC hunting |
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Step up and out the ring |
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Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King |
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But wine drink within the danger zone lounging |
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You need to be more aware of your surroundings |
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Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding |
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It's safe to assume, in all confidence |
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That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents |
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Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments |
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You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading* |
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Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since |
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The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin |
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Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo |
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Motherfuckin mind |
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(Part Two) |
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(Malik B) |
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It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' |
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Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo |
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When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss |
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Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss |
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Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages |
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Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges |
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The rage is still in me, never act too friendly |
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Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny |
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Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your |
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Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure |
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We scramble, because this game life is the gamble |
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Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain |
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Invade your brain wit the collision causing division |
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Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons |
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Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons |
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Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons |
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My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays |
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Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days |
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Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it |
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You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic |
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Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted |
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Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it |
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You told to sit back, stand still and chill |
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Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill |
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Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face |
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I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace |
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Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the discipline |
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Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend? |
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Peep the structure of a whole empire |
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Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya |
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Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire |
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Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire *echoes* |
