Act Fore (The End?)
(专辑: Things Fall Apart - 1999)
[Black Thought] Yeah yeah yeah, yes I, no doubt yes I
(P-5-D) Check it out, yo yo Areegato, to all my people in Japan Whether you rockin Cartier or Pierre Cardan I'm barging in like excuse, I
beg your pardon To crush carbon copy MC's wit clone jargon Move the
crowd to leave the
microphone sparkin Leave you caught inside the
lines of my page beneath the
margin Now we could mud-sling to cease the
foul-talkin I
personally would rather keep things peace, but it's your option I
hit the
block wit hip-hop, it's like oxen Stampede wit lyrical heavyweight boxing Yo, just give thanks it's the
new shit For y'all to ever try to sleep on this is stupid My thought's deep like the
upright acustic Bass, Cold Crush like Charlie Chase To keep the
ladies grindin like a
slow jam You just a
slow-jam fizz kid, get wit the
program My style hundred proof, I
pause for no man The
Fifth Dy-nas-ty, that's the
slogan From S-P to West-P to Logan The
planet is a
parachute, I
got em open Aiyyo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there Worldwide yo I'm still out there, Roots Crew forever out there Aiyyo I'm out there, SP to the, out there Aiyyo I'm out there, what, I'm still out there Check it out yo (worldwide) I'm still out there check it out C'mon, yo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there Roots crew to the
to the
to the
to the
Y'all know the
name, I
got game like an Evangelist Relax to my man D'Angel-ist, who could ever cancel this Music growth, it's cancerous not glamorous Yo the
lifestyle I
embrace to some scandalous I
chop joke MC's like choke sandwiches And backslap the
snare drum open-handed wit my vo-cal So I'm far from lo-cal My peoples got to keep me in they fo-cal Perform Al Jerome style, then act like you know now Surf the
internet, inspect my profile Return to menu if you miss this Your girlfriend said my music is futuristic Then kissed me on my neck, left marks of lipstick Then came to the
spot and we got lifted I
rip shit on the
solo unassisted Or wit Malik and the
Fifth Click, so y'all should keep your lips zipped Y'all don't know what it's about, get on route I
hold it down wit no doubt and sip Stout And got the
hot record out Y'all need to let your necks snap back, check it out, word up Yo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there Worldwide son I'm still out there, check it out Roots crew forever out there, you know I'm still out there What what what out there, knamsayin To you out there, P-5-D out there What what, S-P out there yaknamsayin (S-P forever) Philly out there, aiyyo I'm still out there (2-1-5th) S-P to the, to the
to the
to the
Aiyyo so what's the
Fifth then? The
Million Dollar Question We veterans, lyrically threatening freshmen Y'all lookin at next year, I
see the
next ten And front on me strategically, plan positioning Out there, steppin into your world I'm visitin Discography time less you keep listenin Within the
crevices these clones is missing in Action, mysterious magnetic attraction wit that thing My melody like Nat King, and MC's is so un-inter-esting Forever givin y'all the
next best thing I
give it to you like pink champelle and ink bing I
drink Yuengling, JaRoots and Ginseng You testin me, ock? yo what was you thinkin You buggin off the
energy the
king bring A
delivery that you're forever remembering Aiyyo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there S-P (worldwide) out there, check it out It's the
Roots, we out there Aiyyo I'm still out there, Roots Crew out there Check it out, aiyyo I'm out there We infinitely out there, worldwide son check it out Out there check it out (S-P), aiyyo I'm out there Aiyyo I'm still out there, what what (P-5-D, Roots Crew out there) Check it out, it's like