Letra Table of contents part 3 The Roots

Table of contents part 3

[black thought]
Hit the flo ah, cuz its bout to blow ah
Cmon, hit the flo ah, its bout to blow ah
Hit the flo ah, its about to blow ah
Hit the flo ah, cuz its about to blow ah
Lyrical landslide, bonafide worldwide live
Shit to make my niggas in the west just vibe
Comin out the numero that dont divide
Thats 5, talk hustle thats the way we survive
My alter-ego, five-hundred fifty-five people collide
Beneath a ? counter-locks? last like a thousand shots
Black thought, sp side-clout to strut on sidewalk
Dip like high drug, spit fire fly third eye talk
That leave your mind struck
What, miss kinda you fuckin the rhyme up
Yo my man oc told ya times up
React/respond what, yall mcs is awe-struck
Pull a seat up at my table of contents
But kill all the nonsense, Im readin your contents, you hate it
The ceo, sp incorporated
Supreme rap manuevers dat deleted orchestrated
Yamsayin, the most awaited back again
Shorty said where ya been?
That I cant divulge, you can check for the bulge
Or roll over in dough
Yamsayin get overwhelmed, develop like film
Step up into the realm, what into the realm
Yamean, p-p, fam malik b *scatting*
Yamsayin, word up you gone lose control
Yamsayin, mcs you got bit the flow
Yamean, its bout to blow
Check it out, cmon wit the flow
Yo yo, aight playa, I got whatever kind of flavor
Rock from la to colorado to decatur
Wherever I walk stay smoked for hours later
I stumble into some trees to scuff up your gators
Now what you and your lady know, dont she tell you how she a this nigga?
She hit me up wit like fifty-five pages
My sound take you from conception to death stages
Introducin adrenaline, its outrageous
Lift you up like youre weightless
Yo sit down its hard to take this bad news to spread around
Now Im about to let you know whats up now
Youll be like thats whats up now
Im black thought, Ill pull the ground up from under your feet
Like its a throw rug, my vocal impact that of a fo-fo slug
You hold your chest like hold up, I need time to think
And detonate dont blink
Yamsayin, hit the floor again now you extinct
Check it out, when we warrin in we on the brink
Insanity, niggas is panickin, ya tryin to run
Check it out, aiyyo yo the fearsome
What, hit the flo
Hold up yamean, you just dont know (check it out)
We bout to let this go (check it out)
*scatting* aight, yo hit the flo!
Check it out, its bout to blow wop bop
Check it out, hit the flo wop wop
Check it out, shits bout to blow wop wop and a cmon
Hit the flo wop wop we-wop cmon
Bout to blow wop bop check it out
Cmon hit the flo wop, and ah
Its ya yamean, r-double-o-t-s yes step
Yes, the lieutent, table of contents yo
And the table of contents yamean?