The Roots - Act fore the end

[Black Thought] Yeah yeah yeah, yes I, no doubt yes I (P-5-D) Check it out, yo yo Areegato, to all my people in Japan Whether you rockin Cartier or Pierre Cardan I'm barging in like excuse, I beg your pardon To crush carbon copy MC's wit clone jargon Move the crowd to leave the microphone sparkin Leave you caught inside the lines of my page beneath the margin Now we could mud-sling to cease the foul-talkin I personally would rather keep things peace, but it's your option I hit the block wit hip-hop, it's like oxen Stampede wit lyrical heavyweight boxing Yo, just give thanks it's the new shit For y'all to ever try to sleep on this is stupid My thought's deep like the upright acustic Bass, Cold Crush like Charlie Chase To keep the ladies grindin like a slow jam You just a slow-jam fizz kid, get wit the program My style hundred proof, I pause for no man The Fifth Dy-nas-ty, that's the slogan >From S-P to West-P to Logan The planet is a parachute, I got em open Aiyyo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there Worldwide yo I'm still out there, Roots Crew forever out there Aiyyo I'm out there, SP to the, out there Aiyyo I'm out there, what, I'm still out there Check it out yo (worldwide) I'm still out there check it out C'mon, yo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there Roots crew to the to the to the to the Y'all know the name, I got game like an Evangelist Relax to my man D'Angel-ist, who could ever cancel this Music growth, it's cancerous not glamorous Yo the lifestyle I embrace to some scandalous I chop joke MC's like choke sandwiches And backslap the snare drum open-handed wit my vo-cal So I'm far from lo-cal My peoples got to keep me in they fo-cal Perform Al Jerome style, then act like you know now Surf the internet, inspect my profile Return to menu if you miss this Your girlfriend said my music is futuristic Then kissed me on my neck, left marks of lipstick Then came to the spot and we got lifted I rip shit on the solo unassisted Or wit Malik and the Fifth Click, so y'all should keep your lips zipped Y'all don't know what it's about, get on route I hold it down wit no doubt and sip Stout And got the hot record out Y'all need to let your necks snap back, check it out, word up Yo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there Worldwide son I'm still out there, check it out Roots crew forever out there, you know I'm still out there What what what out there, knamsayin To you out there, P-5-D out there What what, S-P out there yaknamsayin (S-P forever) Philly out there, aiyyo I'm still out there (2-1-5th) S-P to the, to the to the to the Aiyyo so what's the Fifth then? The Million Dollar Question We veterans, lyrically threatening freshmen Y'all lookin at next year, I see the next ten And front on me strategically, plan positioning Out there, steppin into your world I'm visitin Discography time less you keep listenin Within the crevices these clones is missing in Action, mysterious magnetic attraction wit that thing My melody like Nat King, and MC's is so un-inter-esting Forever givin y'all the next best thing I give it to you like pink champelle and ink bing I drink Yuengling, Ja Roots and Ginseng You testin me, ock? yo what was you thinkin You buggin off the energy the king bring A delivery that you're forever remembering Aiyyo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there S-P (worldwide) out there, check it out It's the Roots, we out there Aiyyo I'm still out there, Roots Crew out there Check it out, aiyyo I'm out there We infinitely out there, worldwide son check it out Out there check it out (S-P), aiyyo I'm out there Aiyyo I'm still out there, what what (P-5-D, Roots Crew out there) Check it out, it's like