Lyrics:

I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
I'm better but some don't believe me though
But I'm a proven hot
('Y'all know the legendary Roots crew')

Here we go, ahk – watch my material knock
Y'all Tonka toys, straight out the cereal box
Down low covert ops, ya feel me or not?
Throw your mitts up, we 'bout to thicken the plot
My name is D-U-N-D, S-P, the mic specialist
Laid back, how it come off it seems effortless
I'm Acknickulous, like I'm EST
Flow excellent, my movement the next testament
Rhinoceros in the rap safari
Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party
I'm the MC that MCs aspire to be
Back to do it to death, 'til ya tired of me
Now who the number one best
The never pop nuthin that sound like the rest?
C'mon, you know I am him; raw like dark denim
With a soft spot for smart women, green trees and white linen
The Black Thought was a monster from the beginnin'
Riq spit venom, raw core shit I'm pennin'
It's my time and it's long overdue
Now who's comin' through? Y'all know who

'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'

Word up, Black Thidd-ought, code name Anwar Sa-didat
Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks
From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink
Picklehead cats is jawnin', they don't think
What? Ya not sleepin, that's a long ass blink, money
Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink
Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting
Ya not Black Thought, nor the next best thing
Just plug bullshit, starter-kit thuggish
Go ahead, get ya thing off son, I just love it
It manifests a style thou shall not covet
And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it
Who the 'Stepping Razor,' like Peter Tosh?
Mi nah speak soft, my thoughts is Molotov
Ya cut like that? Then fuck it, we all can toss
And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss? It's the bol!
It's M-illa-tant, it's Dice Raw
Its Big Spawn, kids co-opt the quick draw
We heavyweight, blowin' 'em out the picture
For real, For real – who comin' to get y'all? It's the--

'The legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'

Step into the spot, the venue is empty
5 minutes later, the crowd is in a frenzy
Packed up to the maximum occupancy
Give me the mic, I got a Jones like Quincy
Break down the barriers, don't try to fence me
Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me
Peepin', brothers on stage ten deep an'
24 out the 18 wheeler, leapin'
Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin'
Missile, make y'all feel this and keep leakin'
Bang this in the hoods like stolen goods, keep reachin'
Who soundwave the streets keepin'?
I walk upon water like Run DM'
Cash Money maintainin' the cut
It's our time and it's long overdue
Who's comin' through?!
(Wait a minute, wait a minute...)

'The legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'
'Ya'll know the legendary Roots crew'