intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double- O to the,
T- S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks
I'm bench- pressing
The mic chord is an extension
of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in
my delicatessan
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 propor- tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty,
it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys
at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing,
the force y'all facin' is the
R- to the, double- O to the, T- S an'
Y'all niggaz 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, o- fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move
your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want
me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic
plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin,
Roots we run- ting
My Dundee atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other,
y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within
the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware
of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough
to get your heart pounding
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 (begins fading)
Bad Lieutenant,
you I been rhymin' since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your wing way
back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin' mind
It' the R- to the,
double- O to the, T- S an'
Yo yo, it's the R to the,
double- O to the, T- S an' yo
When I strike to ex cite,
I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit 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
act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while
you tilted off Henny
Many man be gin pure but in
this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor- al by
in- jure
We scramble, because this game life
is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain,
go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision
causing division
Sweep your sector,
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pi geons
Sweep your sector,
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pigeons
Sweep your sector,
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pigeons
My religion is a way of life,
but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars,
usin' dynamics cuz 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
Niggaz bound to clap shots
cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour- ass taste smilin'
up in your face
I'm like trust,
never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind,
? shows the discipline
Twenty- five years of my life
I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of
a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai,
pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah,
when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire