The Roots — 100% Dundee Live

[Intro: Black Thought & Scratch] Tell them who they fuckin' with, Scratch, yo You're now rockin' with the best Who they rockin' with, yo? Who they rockin' with? Rockin' with the best Remix it, remix it, remix it, remix it Yo, well, it's the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Thought, Dundee Yo, the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee The B-L-A-the C-K Thought, the C-K Thought, yo [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo! On these 73 keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where the squad, right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnette your cassettes and chop beats with Olympic lyricism you can't compete with Globe travellin', throwin' your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin' Backstage whisperin' to management like "Change the order, ain't no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like What's Happenin'? From the latest hiatus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin' to catch my natural blend Packages read "Care when handlin'" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your batty ass into fragments P-5-D, the new testament, mic specialist What what, what what what? [Chorus: Black Thought] Yo, it's the M-A-L-I-K B, B, Dundee The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Thought, Dundee The M-A-L-I-K B, y'all ain't ready for my DJ The B-L-A-C-K Thought, C-K Thought, Dundee [Verse 2: Black Thought rapping Malik B's verse] M-illi-tillitant, game 'pon cock, I wanna rock While I grab the clout, seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, what, you get sheist Personality named trife, what a heist Smash and grab the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, I'm outta state Just blendin' in the great, I need room to ventilate Most niggas is fraudulent, the rap sergeant Bargin', through your regiment, call your president Hittin' all targets, it's a cause that's lost You not a killer, nigga, you Teddy Ruxpin soft Droppin' tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin' three hots and a cot, so, yo, fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Staley You know the deally on the daily, I credit up The Roots from Illa Fifth, what the fuck We press up on your corner with the windows tinted up Lay our props face down, baby, and give it up And give it up, and give it up [Chorus: Black Thought] The M-A-L-the I-K B, B, Dundee The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Dundee The M-A-L-I-K B, B, Dundee The B-L-A-C-K Thought, C-K Thought, Dundee [Verse 3: Black Thought] While you pose for pictures, I'm invisible, that enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, now you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin' out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live, he the DJ It' has been that way, since Sergio Vallente Roots crew rip shit up, all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay I could tell a story like Chinua Achebe Thumpin', fuck was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up, I'm on somethin' You better hold all calls, I'm gone huntin' Grab a light and broadcast Via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithmetic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin' this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit Word up, you feelin' this hot shit, y'all [Outro: Black Thought] 'Cause it's the M-A-L, M-A-L, M-A-L-I-K B The B, uh, B, B, uh Well, it's the B-L-A-C-K Thought The M-A, M-A, M-A-L-I-K B, B The B, uh, The B, B-L-A-C-K Thought, C-K Thought, C, check it out We go, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh...