The Roots | Lyrics | 100% Dundee

One one one one two
P- P 5 D
Yeah, yeah, P- P 5 D
I'm sayin', yo
Touch this yo, knahmsayin'? What?
Yo yo, yo, 100 percent

Yo! on these seventy three keys, of ivory and ebony
I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily
People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me
The weaponry, the secret recipe
Hard to peep this, deep s***, shows I eat with
Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with
I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with
This olympic lyricism you can't, compete with
Globe travellin', throwin' your verse like a javelin
Things fall apart and MC's unravellin'

Backstage whisperin' to management like
"Change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like "What's Happenin?"
From the latest hiatus, The Roots back again
Your crew practicin' to catch this natural blend
They packages read 'Care when handlin'''
It's all soft s***, batteries not included with
Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment
I blow your batty ass into fragments, P 5 D
The new testament, mic specialist, what?

Yeah
Check it out, yo
Yeah
Check it out, yo
Yeah
Check it out, yo

Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100 percent Dundee
Malik B, I represent the P 5 D
Guerilla click, 100 percent Dundee

Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100 percent Dundee
Malik B, I represent the P 5 D
Guerilla click, 100 percent Dundee

The Milli illitant tant, 'pon c***, ready to rock
Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block
Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist
Got the personality named Trife, ready to heist
Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device
Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce
Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state
Just blendin' in the great, give me room to ventilate
Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant
Bargin', through your regiment, call your President
Hittin' all targets 'cuz it's a cause that's lost

Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk
Droppin' tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket
Facin' three hots and a cop so yo f*** it
If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly
Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley
You know the deally on the daily in the quint it up
If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up
We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up
Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what?
Face on the ground and get it up

Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100 percent Dundee
Malik B, I represent the P 5 D
Guerilla click, 100 percent Dundee

Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100 percent Dundee
Malik B, I represent the P 5 D
Guerilla click, 100 percent Dundee

While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma
Down low, scope you off the roof like the Fiddler
Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner
Watch, while I'm bangin' out this hot s*** from Sigma
Illa Del P A, live without a DJ
And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente
Yo, The Roots holdin' it down, is all you can say
Plus the Black Thought MC, professionally
Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe

Thumpin', what was your assumption?
I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production
Word up I'm on somethin', stellar hold off course
I'm gone bluntin', travel light and broadcast
Via satellite, Illa Fifth Dynamite
Lyrically Calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis
But loyal fiends coppin' this hot s***
Yaknahmsayin? Hot s***, word up
Illa Fifth hot s*** y'all

Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100 percent Dundee
Malik B, I represent the P 5 D
Guerilla click, 100 percent Dundee

Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical click, 100 percent Dundee
Malik B, I represent the P 5 D
Guerilla click, 100 percent Dundee

Check me out
Che-check me out
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Check me out
Ch-check me out
(Come on , come on , come on, come on)