Текст песни: The Roots. Illadelph Halflife. Respond/React.

It's jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavy
Malik said, "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready, for the half"
Boy, we comin' with the action pack
On some Dundee shit representin' the Outback

Yo, we do it like this
(All the way live from 2-1-5)
You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click
(All the way live from 2-1-5)
Across the map, one time for your
(All the way live from 2-1-5)
It's time to react, to respond, to react, to respond
(All the way live from 2-1-5)

We setting it from South Side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
Bring it back to respond/react
To bring it back to respond/react to this

The attractive assassin, blastin' the devil trespassin'
Master gettin' cash in a orderly fashion
Message to the fake nigga flashin'
Slow up Oc before you get dropped
And closed like a caption

Fractional kids don't know the time for action
Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo Saxon
Round of applause then avalanche a clappin'
(Plow)
That's what happen, now what's your reaction?

We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin'
Specialize in science and math and original black men
Bustin' thoughts that pierce your mental defense
Rippin' your sacks and vocal toe to toe impeccable

Splittin' your backs son, simple as addition and subtraction
Black thought, the infinite relaxed one
Shorties say they love it with a passion
Bring the international charm, see a squad I harass
(React)

You best adapt when I sling this rap
Another chapter, before when I have to trap ya
Map your whole path out, go get your crowd so we can clap out
I drive down streets and take back route positionin'

When I'm in your system like glycerin
Fans listenin', from Michigan to Switzerland
Malik be blitzed again, on the station with the discipline
Solicitin', sometimes illicit or explicit with it then

From the deep end where the hills are steep
Nobody cares to speak, a land where life is cheap
The street mentality mixed with the intellect
Personality, hell where I dwell is well

Niggas rebellious, bodies are found down in the cellars
My man caught a shot to the stomach, now who want it?
Confronted by these dusty blunted cats
Who act like they don't know
That the fact is that they're being hunted

A process of elimination, activate your mind with the stimulation
Enter your zone with penetration
I've seen more horror than Bram Stoker
(Uh huh)
Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha
(Uh huh)

The sometimes socializer, the joke despiser
You woke the wiser, dealin' with the Roots vocalizer
I bring your flesh from South Philly to West
I stampede your style, I'll compile then bless

We setting it from South Side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
Bring it back to respond/react
To bring it back to respond/react to this

We setting it from South Side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
Bring it back to respond/react
To bring it back to respond/react to this

Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist, a chemist of the hemp
(Uh huh)
The beat pimp, the ill Philly resident
That's far from hesitant, corrupt like a president
Never benevolent but poetically prevalent

Cooler than peppermint
The lieutenant for niggas talkin? 'bout represent
No doubt, it's obviously evident I get bent
Far from temporary son I'm very permanent
Hittin? M.C.'s like an intoxicant

Sent to prevent, monopoly is my intent
The means is what I invent, this mental murder pay the rent
Lyrically I'm the dominant ingredient, the swift extravagant

Smooth lubricant, down with the m-the-ill-itant
That's the sound of the dynasty chant
We surround your camp, assumin' the war stance
And bring it from the chest, now let's dance

M-ill-itant
(What?)
Feel the fifth gorilla chant
Ya'll talk about bodies, but you would not kill a ant
My skill is amp, would peel a nigga like a stamp
Caliber is of Excalibur now you be damp

When I operate a crop or copulate my game
I make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is this stock of hate
Peep the logistics, slump your squad of misfits
They all get they wrists slit, blast your ass if you insist it

Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics
Turn your soul and body to statistics
In particular I've got that extracurricular
Squad in the stash who could be sticking ya
Slip and they vicking ya

Harass your police commissioner
Don't like chicks with weaves talking bout, "I need conditioner"
That shit's deader than niggas with a morticianer
A janaza, up in your flesh like plasma

Take away your last breath when you got asthma
Then meet Bad Lou down at the plaza
Hip-hop extravaganza, tell your man I slump him with a stanza
Now who's the boss? Not Tony Danza

My force not green but the force is obscene
P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean
Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem
My squad from deuce-four up the West Oak Lane

All the way to Takahwana and Frankfurt they know the name
It's like that
(M-ill-itant)
M-ill-itant

We setting it from South Side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
Bring it back to respond/react
To bring it back to respond/react to this

We setting it from South Side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
Bring it back to respond/react
To bring it back to respond/react to this

We setting it from South Side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
Bring it back to respond/react
To bring it back to respond/react, c'mon

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