The Roots — Without a Doubt

[Intro: Black Thought & Lady B] Hey, hey, hey hey Hey, yes, yes, ah C'mon, c'mon uh, uh, uh Another one of those Saturday Nights y'all Yo y'all, take heed Yeah, check it out, c'mon You're now rockin with the best, uh Without a doubt, take heed y'all C'mon, yeah, uh Uh, yo, about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt [Verse 1: Black Thought] Check it out now, it's the type cerebral World renowned, illustrious, illegal My musical affection, bubblin' within your zone like champagne Known as the Fifth campaign Thought be doin his damn thang Bent like a boomerang, tryna maintain I'm both yin and yang from Mi Kan Lang With your lady hittin' me up, I'm never answering Let her miss me, see me then she all tryna kiss me Talkin bout, "I dig you Tariq, the way you twist me" Meanwhile, she comin home tipsy, all grinnin' And what you used to fit 'em before, you now swimming Just take a dive P-5 deep, the team winnin' Takin hip-hop back to, the beginnin' 'Cause MC's are pretendin' I slap your sound out the sky like I'm goaltending Bring your career to an ending, enter the next era trascending for real Knahmsayin? If not, then man listen For you to try to fuck with the Fifth, that's ambition I let y'all know the time indeed, y'all need to- [Hook: Lady B] Take heed y'all Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Philly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt Take heed y'all Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Philly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come The funk's all ready for whoever want some Your album get split like, a lump sum No doubt, under this influence of Falcon Millenium spaceship, totally wasted Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it Taste this swerve on a regular basis Servin y'all wherever the place is Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's faces This is without doubt, your lady pass out This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out Shout, to my brothers on back route Whippin the short that's smacked out, dig it Strump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yet I sent a verse in the mail like, a death threat The critically acclaimed composer, stand over Whichever mute miniscule mic holder You never knew the real before, yo, I show ya You need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over [Hook: Lady B] Take heed y'all Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Philly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt Take heed y'all Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Philly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt Take heed y'all Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Philly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt Take heed y'all Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Philly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt