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  • Текст песни The Roots - Table Of Contents Part 1



    [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