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    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
    (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

    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

    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
    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

    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
    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

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