Act Fore... The End? Lyrics - Things Fall Apart - The Roots

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 

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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 

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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