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Yeah, yeah,
I'm sayin, yo
Touch this yo, what?
Yo-yo, yo,

Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and
I swear solemnly I'll forever rock steadily
People want to know where Malik? He next to me
The weaponry, the recipe
to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with
Contaminated thoughts I the street with
I bayonet and chop beats with
This olympic lyricism you can't, with
Globe travelin', throwin' your verse a javelin
Things Fall Apart and unravelin'
Backstage whisperin' to like
"Change the order, it's no way that we can rock them"
My man sport the 'fro like Happenin?'
the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again
Your crew practicin' to catch natural blend
They read "care when handlin'"
It's all soft shit, not included with
Matter of fact, your front's a re-enactment
I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments,
The new testament, mic specialist,

it out, yo
Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100%

Malik B, I the P-5-D
click, 100% Dundee

Black Thought, I represent the Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100%

B, I represent the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100%

The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, to rock
out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block
Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get
Got the personality named trife, to heist
Smashin 'graphs, the ice, crush your mental device
twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce
Dialogues I moderate, out, we outta state
Just blendin' in the great, give me to ventilate
Most is fraudulent, the rap sergeant
Bargin', your regiment, call your president
all targets 'cause it's a cause that's lost
Between the when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk
Droppin' of steel, two drops up in the bucket
Facin' ? and a cop so yo fuck it
If I get abducted, trapped up in the
Wacked up my celly, get known like Stanley
You know the on the daily in the ?
If I sense you got a bend to your kite, send it up
We press up on corner with windows they're tinted up
Lay our props down on the ground and get it up, what?
Face on the and get it up

Yo yo, Black Thought, I the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100%

Malik B, I the P-5-D
click, 100% Dundee

Black Thought, I represent the Fifth
Lyrical click, 100%

Malik B, I the P-5-D
Guerilla click, 100%

it out
While you pose for pictures, I'm the enigma
Down low, scope you off the roof the fiddler
Cage you up in the vocal booth, held prisoner
Watch, I'm bangin' out this hot shit from Sigma
Illa-del-P-A, without a DJ
And it's been that way, since Vallente
Yo, The Roots it down, is all you can say
Plus the Thought em-cey, professional-lay
Push pen to paper Chinua Achebe
Thumpin', what was your
I lace your function, make it a Black Thought
Word up I'm on somethin', stellar hold off
I'm gone bluntin', travel light and
Via satellite, Illa-Fifth
Lyrically calculus in this hip-hop metropolis
But fiends coppin this hot shit
Hot shit, word up
Illa-Fifth hot shit

Black Thought, I represent the Dynasty
Lyrical click, Dundee

Malik B, I represent the
Guerilla click, 100%

Black Thought, I the Fifth Dynasty
click, 100% Dundee

Malik B, I represent the
Guerilla click, 100%