Hey, hey, hey hey
Hey, yes, yes I
Cmon, cmon uh, uh.. uh
Another one of those Saturday Nights yall
Yo yall, take heed
Yeah, check it out, cmon
Youre now rockin with the best.. uh
Without a doubt, take heed yall
Cmon, yeah, uh
Uh, yo, about to give you what you need yall
Without a doubt
Check it out now, its the type cerebral
World renowned, illustrious, ille-gal
My musical affection, bubblin within your zone
like champagne, known as the Fifth campaign
Thought be doin his damn thang
Bent like, a boomerang, tryin to maintain
Im both yin and yang from Mi Kan Lang
What your lady gettin me up? Im never answering
Let her miss me, see me then she off tryin to kiss me
Talkin bout, "I dig you Tariq, the way you twist me"
Meanwhile, she comin home tipsy, all grinnin
And what you used to fit em before, you now swimmin
Just take a dive P-5 deep, the team winnin
Takin hip-hop back to, the beginnin
Cause MCs are pretendin, I slap your sound
out the sky like Im goaltendin, bring your career
to an endin, enter the next era trascendin for real
Knahmsayin? If not, then man listen
For you to try to fuck with the Fifth, thats ambition
I let yall know the time indeed, yall need to
take heed yall
Get a little P-5-D yall
Straight from the town of Phil-ly yall
But we about to give you what you need yall
Without a doubt
Take heed yall, get a little P-5-D yall
Straight from the town of Phil-ly yall
But we about to give you what you need yall
Without a doubt
Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm
Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come
The funks all ready for whoever want some
Your album get split like, a lump sum
No doubt, under this influencin of outcome
Millenium spaceship, totally wasted
Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it
Taste this swerve on a regular basis
Servin yall whatever the place is
Blowin conniseur quality in my competitors faces
This is without doubt, your lady pass out
This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out
Shout, to my brothers on back route
Whippin the short thats smacked out, dig it
Strump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yet
I sent a verse in the mail like, a death threat
The critically acclaimed composer, stand over
whichever mute miniscule mic holder
You never knew the real before, yo I show ya
You need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over
Take heed yall, get a little P-5-D yall
Straight from the town of Phil-ly yall
But we about to give you what you need yall
Without a doubt
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