[Lady B] Another one of those Saturday Nights y'all
Yo y'all, take heed Yeah, check it out, c'mon You're now rockin with the best.. uh
[Lady B] Without a doubt, take heed y'all
C'mon, yeah, uh Uh, yo, about to give you what you need y'all
[Lady B] Without a doubt
[Black Thought] Check it out now, it's 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 I'm both yin and yang from Mi Kan Lang What your lady gettin me up? I'm 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 MC's are pretendin, I slap your sound out the sky like I'm 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, that's ambition I let y'all know the time indeed, y'all need to take heed y'all
[Lady B] Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt
[Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt
[Black Thought] Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come The funk's 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 y'all whatever the place is Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's 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 that's 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
[Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt (repeat 4X)
[Black Thought] Bass for your face, highs for your eyes Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all live I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heels All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool
Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool) Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)
[Black Thought] Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side The game stitched y'all I'm doin my job Go up against enormous odds Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yet Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony You feel the music know I'm over there probably Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit It make you wanna make a new dance up It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff It's not another sound system rockin steady as us And it's cool
(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha (Hey, hey) check it out, and just (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)
[Black Thought] Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me They never ride past me, they really comin at me right They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me Just, blast me in your box, play my shit I know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset But it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mine In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for change I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains And I'm cool
