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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
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)
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