"100% Dundee (Live)" lyrics - THE ROOTS

[Intro: Black Thought & Scratch]
Tell them who they fuckin' with, Scratch, yo
You're now rockin' with the best
Who they rockin' with, yo? Who they rockin' with?
Rockin' with the best
Remix it, remix it, remix it, remix it
Yo, well, it's the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Thought, Dundee
Yo, the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-the C-K Thought, the C-K Thought, yo

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo! On these 73 keys, of ivory and ebony
I swear solemnly I'll forever rock steadily
People wanna know where the squad, right next to me
The weaponry, the secret recipe
Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with
Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with
I bayonnette your cassettes and chop beats with
Olympic lyricism you can't compete with
Globe travellin', throwin' your verse like a javelin
Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin'
Backstage whisperin' to management like
"Change the order, ain't no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like What's Happenin'?
From the latest hiatus, The Roots back again
Your crew practicin' to catch my natural blend
Packages read "Care when handlin'"
It's all soft shit, batteries not included with
Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment
I blow your batty ass into fragments
P-5-D, the new testament, mic specialist
What what, what what what?

[Chorus: Black Thought]
Yo, it's the M-A-L-I-K B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Thought, Dundee
The M-A-L-I-K B, y'all ain't ready for my DJ
The B-L-A-C-K Thought, C-K Thought, Dundee

[Verse 2: Black Thought rapping Malik B's verse]
M-illi-tillitant, game 'pon cock, I wanna rock
While I grab the clout, seems out, all through your block
Posse don't play the cut, what, you get sheist
Personality named trife, what a heist
Smash and grab the ice, crush your mental device
Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce
Dialogues I moderate, cool out, I'm outta state
Just blendin' in the great, I need room to ventilate
Most niggas is fraudulent, the rap sergeant
Bargin', through your regiment, call your president
Hittin' all targets, it's a 'cause that's lost
You not a killer, nigga, you Teddy Ruxpin soft
Droppin' tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket
Facin' three hots and a cot, so, yo, fuck it
If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly
Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Staley
You know the deally on the daily, I credit up
The Roots from Illa Fifth, what the fuck
We press up on your corner with the windows tinted up
Lay our props face down, baby, and give it up
And give it up, and give it up

[Chorus: Black Thought]
The M-A-L-the I-K B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Dundee
The M-A-L-I-K B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-C-K Thought, C-K Thought, Dundee

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
While you pose for pictures, I'm invisible, that enigma
Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler
Cage you up in the vocal booth, now you're held prisoner
Watch, while I'm bangin' out this hot shit from Sigma
Illa-del-P-A, live, he the DJ
It' has been that way, since Sergio Vallente
Roots crew rip shit up, all you can say
Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay
I could tell a story like Chinua Achebe
Thumpin', fuck was your assumption
I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production
Word up, I'm on somethin'
You better hold all calls, I'm gone huntin'
Grab a light and broadcast
Via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite
Lyrically calculus in this arithmetic hip-hop metropolis
But loyal fiends coppin' this hot shit
Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit
Word up, you feelin' this hot shit, y'all

[Outro: Black Thought]
'Cause it's the M-A-L, M-A-L, M-A-L-I-K B
The B, uh, B, B, uh
Well, it's the B-L-A-C-K Thought
The M-A, M-A, M-A-L-I-K B, B
The B, uh, The B, B-L-A-C-K Thought, C-K Thought, C, check it out
We go, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh...