The Roots - Table Of Contents (part 1 & 2) lyrics

[Part One] [Black Thought] [Background] Is this fast or normal speed? Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents f**in wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on [2x] Uh yea, uh huh, yo Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks 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 Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son My vocal just a knuckle that s**er punched the drum Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it k** a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion Lost ones out there, you better stand clear The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Y'all n***az in the mix, keep 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 simply, o-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 watchin, Roots we run-ting My Dundee atire for MC hunting Step up and out the ring Y'all n***az on some other, y'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 a**ume, in all confidence That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be f**ed up by my Table of Contents [begins fading] Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since The f**in past tense, f** no delayin Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo Motherf**in mind [Part Two] [Malik B] It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you wit a hug of d**h, give your a** a slight kiss Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges The rage is still in me, never 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 scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your brain wit the collision causing division Sweep your sector, leavin you n***az for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you n***az for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you n***az for stool-pigeons My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays Cuz n***az actin shiest these days Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic Roam the planet, always takin bullsh** for granted Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it You told to sit back, stand still and chill n***az bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill Wit a sour-a** taste smilin up in your face I'm like trust, never 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 tai, pack lyrics like Kya Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire [echoes]