Section - The Roots

I came too far to front, I’m 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

You can’t front, I’m 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, y’all know the dynasty, The Roots repertoire

The Lieutenant from the reservoir, serve the spar

The injurer, predator of a competitor

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 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’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 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, low to flex

I’m restin' where they handle the Tecs

And the lyrical vandal is next the flow

So, my man, my MZA, my man

M-ilitant, what’s the master plan?

Once again…

I came too far to front, I’m 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

Peep the oratory, niggas bore me with theatrics

Moms listen to they daughter story about my package

The adverse is on your table, stabilize emotion

A soldier at ease, but on post, the utmost and

Brag and boast in my anecdotes that choke

Invade your whole terrain, you feel the pain provoke

When I breaststroke your wavelength of intensity

My alliance bring forth to you an entity

Your whole vicinity, I contaminate with hate

Got no time to debate, but hold up, wait, sit straight

It’s M-Ill, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket

MCs you can’t tell, I expel, you get evicted

From out your misery, serve your ass with my delivery

Allah makes the ground you steppin' on shivery

Permanent tears run through your thoughts, you queers

It’s all upstairs, where there’s a crowd, table and chairs

For years, been on the mic, I’m like a dyke with stares

When I strike, I stay severe, niggas, they lower their glare

From over here my Range Rover swear to blast off socks

Switch the pitch from southpaw to unorthodox

I shock your brain with the miscellaneous

Who beez the zaniest nigga with words that are spontaneous?

Ayo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van

Lyrical contraband, controllin' your command and…

You can’t front, I’m 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

All the way live from 2−1-5, all the way live from the 6−1-0

Gettin' cash, get the gusto

One time, it’s the dynasty flow

Runnin' it down the line, it’s another

Yeah, you in tune to another ill

Fifth Dynasty production, baby