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[Part One]
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[Black Thought]
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*Background*
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Is this fast or normal speed?
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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents
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Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x)
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Uh yea, uh huh, yo
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Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
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R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
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My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
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The mic chord is an extension of my intestine
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Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan
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My mind state is that of the S-P
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Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
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Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
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My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
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Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
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That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
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Lost ones out there, you better stand clear
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The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier
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Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin
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You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the
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R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an'
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Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin
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The world traveller in the flesh without question
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Last seven years on tour without restin
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Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin
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Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee
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What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
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Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
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And carry out strategic plans to leave wit
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The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
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My Dundee atire for MC hunting
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Step up and out the ring
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Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King
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But wine drink within the danger zone lounging
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You need to be more aware of your surroundings
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Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
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It's safe to assume, in all confidence
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That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
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Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments
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You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
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Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since
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The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin
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Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo
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Motherfuckin mind
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[Part Two]
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[Malik B]
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It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an'
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Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
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When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
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Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
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Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages
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Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges
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The rage is still in me, never act too friendly
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Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny
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Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your
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Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure
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We scramble, because this game life is the gamble
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Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
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Invade your brain wit the collision causing division
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Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
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Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
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Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
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My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays
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Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days
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Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
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You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic
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Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted
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Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
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You told to sit back, stand still and chill
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Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
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Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face
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I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace
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Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
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Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend?
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Peep the structure of a whole empire
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Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
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Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire
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Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire *echoes
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Table of Contents (Parts 1 & 2)
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