[Black Thought]  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 foul-talkin  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 acustic  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 Dy-nas-ty, 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'Angel-ist, 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 backslap the snare drum open-handed wit my vo-cal  So I'm far from lo-cal  My peoples got to keep me in they fo-cal  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 un-inter-esting  Forever givin y'all the next best thing  I give it to you like pink champelle 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 (worldwide) out there, check it out  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 (S-P), aiyyo I'm out there  Aiyyo I'm still out there, what what (P-5-D, Roots Crew out there)  Check it out, it's like