| One one one one two
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| Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D
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| I’m sayin, yo
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| Touch this yo, knahmsayin what?
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| Yo-yo, yo, 100%.
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| Yo! |
| On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony
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| I swear solemnly that I’ll forever rock steadily
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| People wanna know where Malik? |
| He right next to me
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| The weaponry, the secret recipe
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| Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with
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| Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with
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| I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with
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| this olympic lyricism you can’t, compete with
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| Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin
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| Things Fall Apart and MC’s unravellin
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| Backstage whisperin to management like
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| «change the order, it’s no way that we can rock after them»
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| My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_
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| From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again
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| Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend
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| They packages read «care when handlin»
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| It’s all soft shit, batteries not included with
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| Matter of fact, your whole front’s a re-enactment
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| I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D
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| The new testament, mic specialist, what?
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| Yeah
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| Check it out, yo
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| Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
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| Lyrical click, 100% Dundee
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| Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
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| Guerilla click, 100% Dundee
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| Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
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| Lyrical click, 100% Dundee
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| Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
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| Guerilla click, 100% Dundee
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| The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock
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| Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block
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| Posse don’t play the cut, but what, you get sheist
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| Got the personality named trife, ready to heist
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| Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device
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| Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce
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| Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state
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| Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate
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| Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant
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| Bargin, through your regiment, call your president
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| Hittin all targets cuz it’s a cause that’s lost
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| Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk
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| Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket
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| Facin three? |
| and a cop so yo fuck it
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| If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly
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| Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley
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| You know the deally on the daily in the?
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| If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up
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| We press up on your corner with windows they’re tinted up
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| Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what?
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| Face on the ground and get it up
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| Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
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| Lyrical click, 100% Dundee
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| Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
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| Guerilla click, 100% Dundee
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| Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
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| Lyrical click, 100% Dundee
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| Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
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| Guerilla click, 100% Dundee
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| Check it out
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| While you pose for pictures, I’m the invisible enigma
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| Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler
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| Cage you up in the vocal booth, you’re held prisoner
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| Watch, while I’m bangin out this hot shit from Sigma
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| Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ
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| And it’s been that way, since Sergio Vallente
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| Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say
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| Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay
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| Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe
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| Thumpin, what was your assumption
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| I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production
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| Word up I’m on somethin, stellar hold off course
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| I’m gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast
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| via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite
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| Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis
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| But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit
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| Yaknahmsayin? |
| Hot shit, word up
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| Illa-Fifth hot shit y’all
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| Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
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| Lyrical click, 100% Dundee
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| Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
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| Guerilla click, 100% Dundee
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| Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
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| Lyrical click, 100% Dundee
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| Malik B, I represent the P-5-D
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| Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |