Kunci: C minor•
Verse 1
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Cm
Is this fast or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea,
Table of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two,
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it's the Table of Contents, come on
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Cm
Uh yea, uh huh, yo
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Check it out, you're now
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
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Del icate MC's sliced in
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My mind state is that of the S- P
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Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South
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Philly through my arteries
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Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker
punched the drum
Hip- hop yo that's my hustle
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That Fall Apart to drastic propor- tion
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Lost ones out there, you better stand clear
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Bb
The Fifth Dynasty,
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Cuttin' through like attorneys
Cm
at law that's car chasin'
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Cm
You star gazing,
the force y'all facin' is the
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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'
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Yo the kind of rapper you should
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Supreme simply, o- fficial Dundee
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What I bring'll motivate to move
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Throw your hands up if y'all want
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And carry out strategic
plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin,
Roots we run- ting
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My Dundee atire for MC hunting
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Step up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other,
y'all loud as Don King
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the danger zone lounging
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You need to be more aware
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of your surroundings
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Reality at times is astounding enough
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to get your heart pounding
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
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The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin'
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Or playin' taking your wing way
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back in the day of yo
Verse 3
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It' the R- to the,
double- O to the, T- S an'
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Yo yo, it's the R to the,
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double- O to the, T- S an' yo
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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
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gauges
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The rage is still in me, never
act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while
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Many man be gin pure but in
this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor- al by
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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,
Cm
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pi geons
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pigeons
Sweep your sector,
Cm
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pigeons
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My religion is a way of life,
but the trife replays
Cm
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars,
usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth,
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Roam the planet, always
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,
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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,
Verbal messiah,
when I cross I set a fire
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Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire
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