Table Of Contents (Pts 1 & 2)

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
Uh yea, uh huh, yo
Check it out, you're now in tuned 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 delicatessen
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 proportion
Lost ones out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it'd 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 traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Yo, the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, official Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed with
And carry out strategic plans to leave with
The title that I'm watchin', Roots we run-ting
My Dundee attire 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
Bad Lieutenant, 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
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 with 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 with 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 thrive replays
'Cause niggaz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics 'cause 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 'cause 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 with the wind, perfection shows the discipline
25 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 'cause I'm for hire (for hire)