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

rate me

Is this fast or normal speed?

Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents

Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on

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 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 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 assume, 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 fucked up by my Table of Contents

Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since

The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin

Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo

Motherfuckin mind

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 death, give your ass 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 niggaz for stool-pigeons

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons

My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays

Cuz niggaz 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 bullshit for granted

Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it

You told to sit back, stand 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 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