Respond/react Lyrics - Illadelph Halflife - The Roots

Its jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavy 

Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready, for the half" 

Boy, we comin' with the action pack 

On some Dundee shit representin' the outback 

(Yo, we do it like this) All the way live from 

2-1-5 

(You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click) All the way live from 2-1-5 

(Across the map, one time for your...) All the way live from 2-1-5 

(Its time to react to respond to react to respond) All the way live from 

2-1-5 

Chorus: 

We setting it from south-side pushing this up north 

From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map 

Bring it back to respond-react 

To bring it back to respond-react to this 

Verse One: Bad Lieutenant/ M-Ill-itant 

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The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin 

Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion 

Message to the fake nigga Flash-in 

Slow-up Oc before you get dropped 

And closed like a caption 

Fractional kids don't know the time for action 

Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-Saxon 

Round of applause then avalanche a clappin 

*PLOW* that's what happen, now what's your reaction 

We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin 

Specialize in science and math and 

Original black man 

Bustin thoughts that pierce your mental defense 

Rippin your sacks and 

Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son 

Simple as addition and subtraction 

Black Thought- the infinite relaxed one 

Shorties say they love it with a passion 

Bring the international charm 

See a squad I harass 

REACT 

You best adapt when I sling this rap 

Another chapter 

Before when I have to trap ya 

Map your whole path out 

Go get your crowd so we can clap out 

I drive down streets and take back route- positionin 

When I'm in your system like glycerin 

Fans listenin, from Michigan to Switzerland 

Malik be blitzed again- on the station with the discipline 

Solicitin, sometimes illicit or explicit with it then 

From the deep end where the hills are steep 

Nobody cares to speak- a land where life is cheap 

The street mentality mixed with the intellect 

Personality, hell where I dwell is well 

Niggas rebellious 

Bodies are found down in the cellars 

My man caught a shot to the stomach 

Now who want it 

Confronted by these dusty blunted- cats 

Who act like they don't know that the fact is that they're being hunted 

A process of elimination 

Activate your mind with the stimulation 

Enter your zone with penetration 

I've seen more horror than Brahm Stroker 

Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha 

The sometimes socializer 

The joke despiser 

You woke the wiser 

Dealin with the Roots vocalizer 

Up in your flesh from south Philly to west 

I stampede your style 

I'll compile the bless 

Photos 

Chorus: 2X 

Verse Two: Black Thought/ Malik B 

Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist 

A chemist of the hemp 

The beat pimp 

The ill Philly resident 

That's far from hesitant 

Corrupt like a president 

Never benevolent 

But poetically prevalent 

Cooler than peppermint 

The lieutenant for niggas talkin bout represent 

No doubt, its obviously evident I get bent 

Far from temporary son I'm very permanent 

Hittin m.c.'s like an intoxicant 

Sent to prevent 

Monopoly is my intent 

The means is what I invent 

This mental murder pay the rent 

Lyrically I'm the dominant ingredient 

The swift extravagant 

Smooth lubricant 

Down with the M-the-Ill-itant 

(ch-ch-ch...) That's the sound of the dynasty chant 

We surround your camp 

Assumin the war stance 

And bring it from the chest 

Now let's dance 

M-ILL-ITANT 

Feel the fifth Gorilla chant 

Ya'll talk about bodies 

But you would not kill a ant 

My skill is amp 

Would peel a nigga like a stamp 

Caliber is of Excallibur now you be damp 

When I operate a crop or copulate my game 

I make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is this stock of hate 

Peep the logistics 

Slump your squad of misfits 

They all get they wrists slit 

Blast your ass if you insist it 

Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics 

Turn your soul and body to statistics 

In particular I've got that extracurricular 

Squad in the stash who could be stcking ya 

Slip and they vicking ya 

Harass your police commissionar 

Don't like chicks with weaves talking bout "I need conditioner" 

That shits deader than niggas with a mortioner 

A Janaza 

Up in your flesh like plasma 

Take away your last breathe when you got asthma 

Then meet Bad Lieu down at the plaza 

Hip-hop extravaganza 

Tell your man I slump him with a stanza 

Now who's the boss not Tony Danza 

My force not green but the force is obscene 

P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean 

Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem 

My squad from deuce-four up the West Oak Lane 

All the way to Takahwana and Frankfurt they know the name 

It's like that... M-Ill-itant 

Chorus to fade