Chorus: Black Thought: (2X)

You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump

We got more cuz it's what you want

Thump it in your section and throughout your section

In your area, throughout your whole section, yo...

Black Thought:

Y'all know the dynasty, the Roots repertoire

The lieutenant from the reservoir, serve the spar

The injurar, preditar of a competitar

I send MCs where the paramedics are

At first, I'm like "nah", I'm nonchalant from afar

Then strike to cut the fake rap star jugular

With irregular balance of the cat burgla-rar

Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars

I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual

We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit

I'm from the lab where the bomb's distibuted

So never try to duplicate the skills executed

Son you'd get electrocuted from the worldwide reputed

Shine like nickel heat that blow your mind when I shoot it

Some know me as the man that's from the Roots crew

Others as the bad lieutenant of Snyder Avenue

We go an eye for an eye

Behead like a samurai that'll command the dynasty until he die

Who will imply that I lack a-biliti?

Make your words known, amplify the u-tiliti

I'm crooked like the "I" on a toxic malt liquor

The land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ sipper

The fifth'll bring it all together like the zipper on a butter leather

The bad lieu a bring the bad weather

So to whoever got riff, let it rest

Reflect, then recollect on the way it was set

It's the veteran architect that flows with the rhythm of sex

Be on the low shotgun in the Lex

With my man low to flex

I'm restin where they handle the Tecs

And the lyrical vandal is next flow