歌詞: The Roots. Things Fall Apart. Act Fore... The End?.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yes I, no doubt, yes I
(P-5-D)
Check it out, yo, yo areegato, to all my people in Japan
Whether you rockin' Cartier or Pierre Cardan
I'm barging in like excuse, I beg your pardon

To crush carbon copy MC's wit' clone jargon
Move the crowd to leave the microphone sparkin'
Leave you caught inside the lines of my page beneath the margin'
Now we could mud-sling to cease the foultalkin'

I personally would rather keep things peace but it's your option
I hit the block wit' hip-hop, it's like oxen
Stampede wit' lyrical heavyweight boxing
Yo, just give thanks it's the new shit

For y'all to ever try to sleep on this is stupid
My thought's deep like the upright acoustic
Bass, Cold Crush like Charlie Chase
To keep the ladies grindin' like a slow jam

You just a slow-jam fizz kid, get wit' the program
My style hundred proof, I pause for no man
The Fifth Dynasty, that's the slogan
From S-P to West-P to Logan
The planet is a parachute, I got 'em open

Aiyyo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there
Worldwide yo I'm still out there, Roots crew forever out there
Aiyyo I'm out there, SP to the, out there
Aiyyo I'm out there, what, I'm still out there

Check it out yo
(Worldwide)
I'm still out there check it out
C'mon, yo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there
Roots crew to the to the to the to the

Y'all know the name, I got game like an Evangelist
Relax to my man D'Angelist, who could ever cancel this
Music growth, it's cancerous not glamorous
Yo the lifestyle I embrace to some scandalous

I chop joke MC's like choke sandwiches
And back slap the snare drum openhanded wit' my vocal
So I'm far from local my peoples got to keep me in they focal
Perform Al Jerome style, then act like you know now

Surf the Internet, inspect my profile return to menu if you miss this
Your girlfriend said my music is futuristic
Then kissed me on my neck, left marks of lipstick
Then came to the spot and we got lifted

I rip shit on the solo unassisted or wit' Malik and the Fifth Click
So y'all should keep your lips zipped
Y'all don't know what it's about, get on route
I hold it down wit' no doubt and sip Stout and got the hot record out
Y'all need to let your necks snap back, check it out, word up

Yo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there
Worldwide son I'm still out there, check it out
Roots crew forever out there, you know I'm still out there
What what what out there, knamsayin'

To you out there, P-5-D out there
What what, S-P out there yaknamsayin'
(S-P forever)
Philly out there, aiyyo I'm still out there
(2-1-5th)
S-P to the, to the to the to the

Aiyyo so what's the Fifth then? The million dollar question
We veterans, lyrically threatening freshmen
Y'all lookin' at next year, I see the next ten
And front on me strategically, plan positioning

Out there, steppin into your world I'm visitin'
Discography time less you keep listenin'
Within' the crevices these clones is missing in
Action, mysterious magnetic attraction wit' that thing

My melody like Nat King and MC's is so uninteresting
Forever givin' y'all the next best thing
I give it to you like pink champagne and ink bing
I drink Yuengling, JaRoots and Ginseng

You testin' me, ock? yo what was you thinkin'
You buggin' off the energy the king bring
A delivery that you're forever remembering

Aiyyo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there
S-P out there, check it out
(Worldwide)
It's the Roots, we out there
Aiyyo I'm still out there, Roots crew out there

Check it out, aiyyo I'm out there
We infinitely out there, worldwide son check it out
Out there check it out, aiyyo I'm out there
(S-P)
Aiyyo I'm still out there, what what
(P-5-D, Roots crew out there)
Check it out, it's like