Respond / React (clean)

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

Chorus:

We setting it from south-side pushing this up north

From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map

To bring it back to respond-react to this

Bring it back to respond-react

Verse One: Bad Lieutenant/ M-Ill-itant

Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion

The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin

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 clappin

*PLOW* that's what happen, now what's your reaction

We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin

Specialize in science and math and

Original black man

Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son

Bustin thoughts that pierce your mental defense

Rippin your sacks and

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

Niggas rebellious

Personality, hell where I dwell is well

My man caught a shot to the stomach

Bodies are found down in the cellars

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

You woke the wiser

The joke despiser

Dealin with the Roots vocalizer

I stampede your style

Up in your flesh from south Philly to west

I'll compile the bless

Chorus: 2X

Verse Two: Black Thought/ Malik B

Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist

The beat pimp

A chemist of the hemp

The ill Philly resident

That's far from hesitant

Never benevolent

Corrupt like a president

But poetically prevalent

Cooler than peppermint

Far from temporary son I'm very permanent

The lieutenant for niggas talkin bout represent

Hittin m.c.'s like an intoxicant

No doubt, its obviously evident I get bent

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

In particular I've got that extracurricular

Turn your soul and body to statistics

Slip and they vicking ya

Squad in the stash who could be stcking 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

P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean

My force not green but the force is obscene

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

Chorus to fade