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[Black Thought]It`s jazz - hip-hop hangin in my head heavyMalik said "Riq, you know the planet ain`t readyfor the half" when we comin with the action packOn some Dundee shit representin the outbackYo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)You witnessin the 5th Dynasty family click (All the way live, from 2-1-5)Across the map, one time for ya (All the way live, from 2-1-5)It`s time to react to respond to react to respond (All the way live, from 2-1-5)[Chorus]We settin it from Southside, pushin this up NorthFrom Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the mapBring it back to Respond/ReactThen bring it back to Respond/React to this[Verse One: Black Thought]The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassinMaster gettin cash in an orderly fashionMessage to the fake nigga flashinSlow up Ock, before you get dropped and closed like a captionFractional kids don`t know the time for actionStyles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-SaxonRound of applause then avalanche of clappin{*BLOW*} that`s what happen, now what`s your reactionWe heavyweight traction, pro-pornographinSpecialize in science and math and, original black manBustin thoughts that pierce your mentalThe fierce rippin your sacks andVocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your back sonSimple as addition and subtractionBlack Though, the infinite relaxed oneShorties say they love it with a passionBring the international charm, see a squad I harass[Verse Two: Malik B]REACT, you best adapt when I sling this rapAnother chapter, before when I have to trap yaMap your whole path outGo get your crowd so we can clap outI drive down streets and take back route- positioninWhen I`m in your system like glycerinFans listenin, from Michigan to SwitzerlandMalik be blitzed again - on the station with the disciplineSolicitin, sometimes illicit or explicit with it andfrom the deep end where the hills are steepNobody cares to speak, a land where life is cheapThe street mentality, mixed with the intellectPersonality, hell where I dwell as wellNiggas rebellious, bodies are found down in the cellarsMy man caught a shot to the stomach, now who want it?Confronted by these dusty blunted - cats who act likethey don`t know that the fact is that they`re bein huntedA process of eliminationActivate your mind with the stimulation Enter your zone with penetrationI`ve seen more horror than Bram StrokerStrip your broad or play poker, then drink mochaThe sometimes socializer, the joke despiserYou woke the wiser, dealin with the Roots vocalizerUp in your flesh from South Philly to WestI stampede your style, I`ll compile then bless[Chorus] - 2X[Verse Three: Black Thought]Hey yo, I`m just a lyricist, a chemist of the hempThe beat pimp, the ill Philly residentThat`s far from hesitant, corrupt like a PresidentNever benevolent but poetically prevalentCooler than peppermintThe Lieutenant for niggaz talkin bout representNo doubt, it`s obviously evident I get bentFar from temporary son I`m very permanentHittin MC`s like an intoxicant, sent to preventMonopoly is my intent, the means is what I inventThis mental murder pay the rentLyrically I`m the dominant ingredient, the swift extravagantSmooth lubricant, down with the M-the-Ill-itant(ch-ch-ch...) That`s the sound of the Dynasty chantWe surround your camp, assumin the war stanceAnd bring it from the chest, now let`s dance[Verse Four: Malik B]M-ILL-ITANT, feel the 5th guerilla chantY`all talk about bodies but you would not kill a antMy skill is amp, would peel a nigga like a stampCaliber is of Excalibur now you be dampWhen I operate a crowd will copulate my gameI make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is the stock of hatePeep the logistics, slump your squad of misfitsThey all get they wrists slit, blast your ass if you insist itLeave no trace so there`s no trace for ballisticsTurn your soul and body to statisticsIn particular I`ve got that extracurricularSquad in the stash who could be stickin yaSlip and they vickin yaHarass your po-lice commissionerDon`t like chicks with weaves talking `bout, "I need conditioner"That shit`s deader than niggaz with a mortionerA jenazah, up in your flesh like plasmaTake away your last breath when you got asthmaThen meet Bad Lieu down at the plazaHip-hop extravaganza, tell your man I slump him with a stanzaNow "Who`s the Boss?" not Tony DanzaMy force not green but the force is obsceneP.O. took a piss test it came out not cleanBrody with my man Miz-Moose and HakeemMy squad from deuce-four up to West Oak LaneAll the way to Takahwana and Frankfurt they know the nameIt`s like that... M-Ill-itant[Black Thought]M-Ill-itant, Eric Al he hostile, Bad LieutenantCheck it out, (??) style check it out[Chorus] - repeat w/ ad libs

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