Respond/ React

Its 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 (Its 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 Verse One: Bad Lieutenant/ M-Ill-itant The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion Message to the fake nigga Flash-in 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 clappinPLOW that's what happen, now what's your reaction We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin Specialize in science and math and Original black man 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 Brahm Stroker Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha The sometimes socializer The joke despiser You woke the wiser Dealin with the Roots vocalizer Up in your flesh from south Philly to west I stampede your style I'll compile the bless: 2X Verse Two: Black Thought/ Malik B Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist A chemist of the hemp 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, its 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 (ch-ch-ch...) 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 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 Excallibur 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 stcking ya Slip and they vicking ya Harass your police commissionar Don't like chicks with weaves talking bout "I need conditioner" That shits deader than niggas with a mortioner A gymnanza(?!) Up in your flesh like plasma Take away your last breathe when you got asthma Then meet Bad Lieu 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 to fade