Table Of Contents (Pts 1 & 2)-The Roots

Table Of Contents (Pts 1 & 2)

歌手:The Roots

时间:1999-02-23

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*background*

Is this fast or normal speed

Yea

Knawsayin

Yea

Table of contents

F**kin 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 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 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 assume

In all confidence

That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents

Yo

You on my d**k

Thanks for the compliments

You be f**ked up by my table of contents *begins fading*

Bad lieutanent

You I been rhymin since

The f**kin past tense

F**k no delayin

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

Motherf**kin 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 a*s 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 b******t 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*s 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*

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