Key: C minor•
Verse 1
Ab
Cm
Is this fast or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea,
Table of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two,
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
it's the Table of Contents, come on
Bb
Cm
Uh yea, uh huh, yo
Verse 2
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
Eb
Cm
My mind state is that of the S- P
Eb
Bb
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South
Eb
Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker
punched the drum
Hip- hop yo that's my hustle
Cm
Lost ones out there, you better stand clear
Eb
Bb
The Fifth Dynasty,
Bb
Cm
You star gazing,
the force y'all facin' is the
Y'all niggaz in the mix,
keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh
without question
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Eb
Cm
Supreme simply, o- fficial Dundee
plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin,
Roots we run- ting
Y'all niggaz on some other,
y'all loud as Don King
Bb
of your surroundings
Cm
Bb
Reality at times is astounding enough
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)
you I been rhymin' since
Eb
Cm
The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin'
Eb
Cm
Or playin' taking your wing way
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Cm
back in the day of yo
Verse 3
Eb
It' the R- to the,
double- O to the, T- S an'
Cm
Eb
Yo yo, it's the R to the,
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
Cm
gauges
act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while
this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor- al by
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- pigeons
Sweep your sector,
but the trife replays
Wagin' wars,
usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth,
takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still
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,
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,
Verbal messiah,
when I cross I set a fire
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