Album Name

Things Fall Apart

Artist

The Roots

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

1999.02.21

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Table Of Contents (Parts 1 & 2) - The Roots
Check it out
you're now intuned
to the sounds of the
R to the double O to the T S
and I stretch limit
to this profession
My voice physically fit
tracks I'm bench pressing
The mic chord is an extension
of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced
in my delicatessan
My mind state is
that of the S P
Connection Pennsy a part of me
South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one
fearsome slump son
My vocal just a knuckle
that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle
and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart
to drastic proportion
Lost ones out there
you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty
it be a world premier
Cuttin through like attorneys
at law that's car chasin
You star gazing
the force y'all facin is the
R to the double O to the T S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix
keep guessin
The world traveller
in the flesh without question
Last seven years
on tour without restin
Yo the kind of rapper
you should reconsider testin
Supreme simply official Dundee
What I bring'll motivate
to move your whole country
Throw your hands up
if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans
to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin
Roots we run ting
My Dundee atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other
y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within
the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware
of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding
enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume
in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest
in the seven continents
Yo you on my dick
thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table
of Contents begins fading
Bad Lieutanent
you I been rhymin since
The fuckin past tense
fuck no delayin
Or playin taking your wing way
back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin mind
It' the R to the double O
to the T S an'
Yo yo it's the R to the
double O to the T S an' yo
When I strike to excite
I just aim I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death
give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill
over pages for ages
Impacts like M16's to twelve
gauges
The rage is still in me
never act too friendly
Scully down creepin
while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure
but in this world of sin your
Holdin tight my moral by injure
We scramble
because this game life
is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain
go against the grain
Invade your brain
wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector
leavin you niggaz
for stool pigeons
Sweep your sector
leavin you niggaz
for stool pigeons
Sweep your sector
leavin you niggaz
for stool pigeons
My religion is a way of life
but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin
shiest these days
Wagin wars
usin dynamics
cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin all this out
out your mouth you satanic
Roam the planet
always takin bullshit
for granted
Just a cool type of cat
but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back
stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots
cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour ass taste smilin up
in your face
I'm like trust
never leavin no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind
shows the discipline
Twenty five years of my life
I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure
of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai
pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah
when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt
cuz I'm for hire