Table Of Contents (parts 1 & 2) Lyrics - The Roots

*Background* 

Is this fast or normal speed? 

Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents 

F**kin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on 

Uh yea, uh huh, yo 

Check it out, you're now 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 traveller 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 f**ked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading* 

Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since 

The f**kin past tense, f**k no delayin 

Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo 

Motherf**kin mind 

(Part Two) 

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(Malik B) 

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 excite, 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 begin 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-pigeons 

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 

'cause niggaz actin shiest these days 

Wagin wars, usin dynamics 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause I'm for hire *echoes* 

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