[Part One]    [Black Thought]  [Background]  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 [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 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 [begins fading]  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    [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 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 [echoes]