[Black Thought]
It's jazz - hip-hop hangin in my head heavy
Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready

for the half" when we comin with the action pack
On some Dundee %#@! representin the outback
Yo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)

You witnessin the 5th Dynasty family click (All the way live, from 2-1-5)
Across the map, one time for ya (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)


[Chorus]
We settin it from Southside, pushin this up North

From Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the map
Bring it back to Respond/React
Then bring it back to Respond/React to this


[Verse One: Black Thought]
The attractive $$#assin, blastin the devil trespassin

Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion
Message to the fake ^!$$% flashin
Slow up Ock, 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 of clappin

[BLOW] that's what happen, now what's your reaction
We heavyweight traction, pro-!@$^ographin
Specialize in science and math and, original black man

Bustin thoughts that pierce your mental
The fierce rippin your sacks and
Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your back son

Simple as addition and subtraction
Black Though, the infinite relaxed one
Shorties say they love it with a passion

Bring the international charm, see a squad I harass

[Verse Two: Malik B]

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 and

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 as well
^!$$%s 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 bein hunted
A process of elimination

Activate your mind with the stimulation
Enter your zone with penetration
I've seen more horror than Bram Stroker

Strip your broad or 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 then bless


[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Three: Black Thought]

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 ^!$$%z talkin bout represent

No doubt, it's obviously evident I get bent
Far from temporary son I'm very permanent
Hittin MC'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, $$#umin the war stance
And bring it from the chest, now let's dance

[Verse Four: Malik B]
M-ILL-ITANT, feel the 5th guerilla chant

Y'all talk about bodies but you would not kill a ant
My skill is amp, would peel a ^!$$% like a stamp
Caliber is of Excalibur now you be damp
When I operate a crowd will copulate my game
I make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is the stock of hate

Peep the logistics, slump your squad of misfits
They all get they wrists slit, blast your $$# 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 stickin ya
Slip and they vickin ya
Harass your po-lice commissioner
Don't like chicks with weaves talking 'bout, "I need conditioner"
That %#@!'s deader than ^!$$%z with a mortioner
A jenazah, up in your flesh like plasma

Take away your last breath 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 to West Oak Lane
All the way to Takahwana and Frankfurt they know the name
It's like that... M-Ill-itant

[Black Thought]
M-Ill-itant, Eric Al he hostile, Bad Lieutenant
Check it out, (??) style check it out


[Chorus - repeat w/ ad libs]