It's just, 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 shit, representin' the Outback

Yo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)

You witnessin' the 5th Dynasty Family Clique

(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)

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

The attractive assassin, blastin' the Devil trespassin'

Master gettin' cash in a 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, an avalanche of clappin'

Blow, 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

The fierce rippin' your sacks and

Vocal toe-to-toe impeccable, splittin' your back, son

Simple as addition and subtraction

Black Thought, the infinite relaxed one

Shorties say they love it with a passion

Bring the international traum', 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 bliss 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

**** 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 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

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

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

Ayo, 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 **** 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, assumin' the war stance

And bring it from the chest, now let's dance

M-ill-itant, feel The Fifth 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'll make a room 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 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 stickin' ya

Slip and they vickin' ya

Harass your po-lice commissioner

Don't like chicks with weaves talkin' 'bout, "I need conditioner"

That shit's deader than **** with a morticianer

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 Tackawanna and Frankford, they know the name

It's like that, M-ill-itant

The M-ill-itant, lyrically hostile, Bad Lieutenant

Check it out, foul style, check it out

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

We settin' it from Southside, pushin' this up North

From Illadelphian reps, and fly points across the map

Bring it back to Respond/React

Then bring it back to Respond/React to this

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, come on, yeah

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