The Roots — Table of Contents Parts 1 & 2

[Part 1] [Intro: Black Thought] Is this fast or normal speed? Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, table of contents Are you fuckin' with it? One two It's the table of contents, come on, come on Are you fuckin' with it? Uh-huh It's the table of contents, one two Are you fuckin' with it? Aw yeah Uh huh, yo, check it out [Verse: Black Thought] You're now in-tuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the T-S and I stretch limits of this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressin' The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessen My mind state is that of the S-P connection Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum Hip-hop, yo, that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic proportion Lost ones out there, you better stand clear The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premiere Cuttin' through, like attorneys at law that's car chasin' You stargazing, but the force y'all facin' It's the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S and Y'all niggas in the mix, keep guessin' The world traveler in the flesh without question Last seven years on tour without restin' Yo, the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin' Supreme simply, official Dundee What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed with And carry out strategic plans to leave with The title that I'm watchin', Roots we run-ting My Dundee attire for MC huntin' Step up and out the ring Y'all niggas on some other, y'all loud as Don King But wine drink within the danger zone loungin' You need to be more aware of your surroundings Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart poundin' It's safe to assume, in all confidence That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my table of contents Bad lieutenant, yo, I been rhymin' since The fuckin' past tense, fuck no delayin' or playin' Takin' your wing way back in the day of, yo Know what I'm sayin'? Kick it, baby you know Motherfucking mic, what Motherfucking mic, yeah, yeah [Part 2] [Interlude: Malik B] It's the R-to the, double-O to the T-S and, damn, yo, yo It's the R to the, double-O to the T-S and, yo [Verse: Malik B] When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you with a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges The rage is still in me, never actin' too friendly Scully down creepin' while you tilted off Henny Many man begin pure, but in this world of sin, you're Holdin' tight, your morale will be injured And scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your brain wit the collision, causin' division Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool-pigeons My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays 'Cause niggas actin shiest these days Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cause I'ma slam it You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you satanic Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted Just a cool type of cat, but you still can't understand it You told to sit back, stand still and chill Niggas bound to clap shots 'cause they all act ill With a sour-ass taste, smilin' up in your face I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace Disappear wit the wind, prostration shows the discipline Twenty-five years of my life, I learned to miss 'em and Peep the structure of a whole empire Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kaya Verbal messiah, when I cross, I set a fire Whack an MC for ten thou' 'cause I'm for hire