Текст песни The Roots - Table of Contents (Parts 1 & 2)
The Roots - Table of Contents (Parts 1 & 2) слова песни
[Part One][Black Thought]*Background*Is this fast or normal speed?Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of ContentsFuckin wit it, one two, it`s the Table of Contents, come on (2x)Uh yea, uh huh, yoCheck it out, you`re now intuned to the sounds of theR to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this professionMy voice physically fit, tracks I`m bench-pressingThe mic chord is an extension of my intestineDelicate MC`s sliced in my delicatessanMy mind state is that of the S-PConnection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteriesThought the dark one, fearsome, slump sonMy vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drumHip-hop yo that`s my hustle and it kill a kingdomThat Fall Apart to drastic propor-tionLost ones out there, you better stand clearThe Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premierCuttin through like attorneys at law that`s car chasinYou star gazing, the force y`all facin is theR-to the, double-O to the, T-S an`Y`all niggaz in the mix, keep guessinThe world traveller in the flesh without questionLast seven years on tour without restinYo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testinSupreme simply, o-fficial DundeeWhat I bring`ll motivate to move your whole countryThrow your hands up if y`all want me to proceed witAnd carry out strategic plans to leave witThe title that I`m watchin, Roots we run-tingMy Dundee atire for MC huntingStep up and out the ringY`all niggaz on some other, y`all loud as Don KingBut wine drink within the danger zone loungingYou need to be more aware of your surroundingsReality at times is astounding enough to get your heart poundingIt`s safe to assume, in all confidenceThat I`m one of the illest in the seven continentsYo, you on my dick, thanks for the complimentsYou be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin sinceThe fuckin past tense, fuck no delayinOr playin taking your wing way back in the day of yoMotherfuckin mind[Part Two][Malik B]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 missEmbrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kissToxic words that spill over pages, for agesImpacts like M-16`s to twelve gaugesThe rage is still in me, never act too friendlyScully down creepin while you tilted off HennyMany man begin pure but in this world of sin yourHoldin tight my mor-al by in-jureWe scramble, because this game life is the gambleVandalize your terrain, go against the grainInvade your brain wit the collision causing divisionSweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeonsSweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeonsMy religion is a way of life, but the trife replaysCuz niggaz actin shiest these daysWagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I`ma slam itYou talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanicRoam the planet, always takin bullshit for grantedJust a cool type of cat but you still can`t understand itYou told to sit back, stand still and chillNiggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act illWit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your faceI`m like trust, never leavin no trial or no traceDisappear wit the wind, ? shows the disciplineTwenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend?Peep the structure of a whole empireSmuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like KyaVerbal messiah, when I cross I set a fireWacker MC went in doubt cuz I`m for hire *echoes*