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    Things Fall Apart
    Ouvir álbum completo Things Fall Apart Ano de lançamento: 1999
    1. Act Won...Things Fall Apart
    2. Table of Contents (Pts. 1 & 2)
    3. The Next Movement (ft. DJ Jazzy Jeff)
    4. Step Into The Realm
    5. The Spark
    6. Dynamite!
    7. Without a Doubt
    8. Ain't Sayin' Nothin' New
    9. Double Trouble
    10. Act Too...The Love Of My Life
    11. 100% Dundee
    12. Diedre Vs. Dice
    13. Adrenaline
    14. 3rd Act: ? Vs. Scratch 2...Electric Boogaloo
    15. You Got Me
    16. You Don't See Us
    17. Return To Innocence Lost
    18. Act Fore...The End?

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    [Black Thought]
    Uh uh, come on, S-P in the
    Up north into the NYC and the out West
    And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite
    What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite
    Uh check it out, uh uh
    Yo yo yo yo yo check it out

    Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
    C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
    C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
    Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy
    Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
    C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
    C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite

    Yo, check it out
    In in tro tro duc ducing
    The sole missin link, what could MC's who listen think
    It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink
    Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct
    But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing

    Behind thee, the mic champ-ion
    More than a step-ion
    Mothafuckers sweatin me, beggin me just to get me on
    Macro-cosmic, micro-master

    [Black Thought]
    Aiyyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay
    People wanna see the way the Illadel play
    Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say
    I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me
    Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in
    Heineken, hold the rhymin in, flows remindin em
    Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past
    Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because

    Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it
    Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical
    *Bitch* my raps trick your optical
    Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart your heart tissue
    This is your official, dismissal
    I don't study the artificial, who fuckin wit the dark crystal
    Yo where are is you? I'm movin like a smart missle
    Aimed and guaranteed to hit you

    [Black Thought]
    Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it
    It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric
    To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift
    The artist, comin out the Fifth darkness

    We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit
    Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean
    Afro-American slash half-blade-ean
    In your universe, my star's the most radiant


    [Black Thought]
    Aiyyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5
    Plus admission is denied so just wait outside
    Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde
    And I provie you wit the swerve you need, but take heed
    You travellin like speed
    Iller than adventures you might read
    O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D
    Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses

    Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down
    Tryin to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound
    You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco
    Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so
    I represent so you gotta squint
    As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate
    We causin nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents
    Don't come in my district, kickin that *bullshit*

    [Black Thought]
    Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get
    Lyrically lifted, touchin the Fifth shit
    Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted
    5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit

    And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror
    Back-slappin all the niggas that slept
    Thinkin that Elo could ever disappear
    I'm strippin they vi near
    Wit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere

    Chorus 2x

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