[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