Lyrics:

Is this fast or normal speed?
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, table of contents
Are you fuckin' with it?
It's the table of contents, come on, come on
Are you fuckin' with it? Uh-huh
It's the table of contents, one, two
Are you fuckin' with it? Aw, yeah
Yo
Check it out

You're now in tune to the sounds of the
R to the double-O to the
T-S and I stretch limits of this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench pressin'
The mic chord is an extension of my intestine
Delicate emcees sliced in my delicatessen
My mindstate is that of the SP connection
Pennsy' a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker-punched the drum
Hip-hop, yo, that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That fall apart to drastic proportion
Lost ones out there, y'all better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premiere
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You stargazing, but, yo, the force y'all facin'
It's the R-to the double-O to the T-S and
Y'all niggas in the mix keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Yo, the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, official dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed with
And carry out strategic plans to leave with
The title that I'm watchin', Roots we run ting
My dundee attire for emcee huntin'
Step up and out the ring
Y'all niggas on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone loungin'
You need to be more aware of your surrounding
Reality at times is astounding
Enough to get your heart poundin'
It's safe to assume, 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
Bad lieutenant, yo, I been rhymin' since
The fuckin' past tense, fuck no, delayin' nor playin'
Takin' your wave way back in the day and, yo (Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah)


It's the R-to the double-O to the
T-S and, damn, yo, word up
It's the R to the double-O to the
T-S and, yo

When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you with a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages for ages
Impacts like M-16 to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never actin' too friendly
Skully down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure, but in this world of sin, you're
Holdin' tight, your morale will be injured
We scramble, because this game of life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain with the collision, causin' division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays
'Cause niggas actin' shiest these days
Wage a war, usin' dynamics 'cause I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat, but you still can't understand it
You're told to sit back, stand still, and chill
Niggas bound to clap shots 'cause they all act ill
With a sour-ass taste, smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear with the wind, prostration shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life, I learned to miss 'em and
Peep the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kaya
Verbal messiah, when I cross, I set a fire
Whack an emcee for ten thou' 'cause I'm for hire