The Roots — Section

[Chorus: Black Thought] I came too far to front, I'm comin' with the shots to pump We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in your section and throughout your section In your area, throughout your whole section, yo You can't front, I'm comin' with the shots to pump We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in your section and throughout your section In your area, throughout your whole section [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, y'all know the dynasty, The Roots repertoire The Lieutenant from the reservoir, serve to spar The injurer, predator of a competitor I send MCs where the paramedics are At first, I'm like "Nah", I'm nonchalant from afar Then strike to cut the fake rap star jugular With irregular balance of the cat burgalar Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual We congruent, lay on the corner with the traum' unit I'm from the lab where the bomb's distributed So never try to duplicate the skills executed Son, you'd get electrocuted from the worldwide reputed Shine like nickel heat that blow your mind when I shoot it Some know me as the man that's from The Roots crew Others as Bad Lieutenant off of Snyder Avenue We go a eye for a eye, behead ya like a samurai That'll command the dynasty until he die Who will imply that I lack abilit-y? Make your words known, amplify the utilit-y I'm crooked like the 'I' on a toxic malt liquor The Land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ sipper The Fifth'll bring it all together like the zipper on a butter leather The Bad Lieu'll bring the bad weather So to whoever got riff, let it rest, reflect Then recollect on the way it was set It's the veteran architect that flows with the rhythm of sex Be on the low, shotgun in the Lex So with my man, low to flex I’m restin' where they handle the TECs And the lyrical vandal is next to flow, so My man, my MZA, my man M-ilitant, what’s the master plan? Once again… [Chorus x2: Black Thought] I came too far to front, I'm comin' with the shots to pump We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in your section and throughout your section In your area, throughout your whole section, yo [Verse 2: Malik B] Peep the oratory, niggas bore me with theatrics Moms listen to they daughter story about my package The adverse is on your table, stabilize emotion A soldier at ease, but on post, the utmost and Brag and boast in my anecdotes that choke Invade your whole terrain, you feel the pain provoke When I breaststroke your wavelength of intensity My alliance bring forth to you an entity Your whole vicinity, I contaminate with hate Got no time to debate, but hold up, wait, sit straight It’s M-Ill, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket MC's, you can't tell, I expel, you get evicted From out your misery, serve your ass with my delivery Allah makes the ground you steppin' on shivery Permanent tears run through your thoughts, you queers It's all upstairs, where there's a crowd, table and chairs For years, been on the mic, I'm like a dyke with stares When I strike, I stay severe, niggas, they lower their glare From over here my Range Rover swear to blast off socks Switch the pitch from southpaw to unorthodox I shock your brain with the miscellaneous Who beez the zaniest nigga with words that are spontaneous? [Bridge: Black Thought] Ayo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van Lyrical contraband, controllin' your command and... [Chorus x2: Black Thought] You can't front, I'm comin' with the shots to pump We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in ya section and throughout ya section In ya area, throughout your whole section, yo [Outro: Black Thought] All the way live from 2-1-5, all the way live from the 6-1-0 Gettin' cash, get the gusto One time, it's the dynasty flow Runnin' it down the line, it's another Yeah, you in tune to another ill Fifth Dynasty production, baby