Section The Roots

[Chorus: Black Thought]
I came too far to front, I'm comin' with the shots to pump
We got more 'cause it's what you want
Thump it in your section, and throughout your section
In your area, throughout your whole section, yo
You can't front, I'm comin' with the shots to pump
We got more 'cause it's what you want
Thump it in your section, and throughout your section
In your area, throughout your whole section

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, y'all know the dynasty, The Roots repertoire
The Lieutenant from the reservoir, serve to spar
The injurer, predator of a competitor
I send MC's 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 burgalar
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 traum' unit
I'm from the lab where the bomb's distributed
So never try to duplicate the skills executed
Son, you'll 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 Bad Lieutenant off of Snyder Avenue
We go a eye for a eye, behead ya like a samurai
That'll command the dynasty until he die
Who will imply that I lack abilit-y?
Make your words known, amplify the utilit-y
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'll 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
So with my man, load to flex
I’m restin' where they handle the TEC's
And the lyrical vandal is next to flow, so
My man, my MZA, my man
M-ill-itant, what’s the master plan?
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