[Intro: Black Thought]
It's just.. hip-hop bangin' in my head heavy
Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready for the half"
When we comin' with the action pack
On some Dundee shit, representin' the outback
Yo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)
You witnessin' the 5th Dynasty family clique
(All the way live, from 2-1-5)
Across the map, one time for ya... (All the way live, from 2-1-5)
It's time to react to respond to react to respond
(All the way live, from 2-1-5)

[Hook]
We settin' it from Southside, pushin' this up North
From Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the map
Bring it back to Respond/React
Then bring it back to Respond/React to this

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
The attractive assassin, blastin' the devil trespassin'
Master gettin' cash in an orderly fashion
Message to the fake n***a flashin':
Slow up, Ock, before you get dropped and closed like a caption
Fractional kids don't know the time for action
Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-Saxon
Round of applause, an avalanche of clappin'
{*BLAOW*} That's what happen, now what's your reaction?
We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin'
Specialize in science and math and
Original Black man bustin' thoughts that pierce your mental
The fierce rippin' your sacks and
Vocal toe-to-toe impeccable, splittin' your back, son
Simple as addition and subtraction
Black Thought — the infinite relaxed one
Shorties say they love it with a passion
Bring the international traum' — see a squad, I harass
[Verse 2: Malik B]
REACT! You best adapt when I sling this rap
Another chapter, before when I have to trap ya
Map your whole path out
Go get your crowd so we can clap out
I drive down streets and take back route positionin'
When I'm in your system like glycerin
Fans listenin' from Michigan to Switzerland
Malik be bliss again, on the station with the discipline
Solicitin', sometimes illicit or explicit with it and
From the deep end where the hills are steep
Nobody cares to speak, a land where life is cheap
The street mentality mixed with the intellect personality
Hell where I dwell as well
N***as rebellious, bodies are found down in the cellars
My man caught a shot to the stomach, now who want it?!
Confronted by these dusty blunted
Cats who act like they don't know that the fact is that they bein' hunted
A process of elimination
Activate your mind with the stimulation
Enter your zone with penetration
I've seen more horror than Bram Stroker
Strip your broad or play poker, then drink mocha
The sometimes socializer, the joke despiser
You woke the wiser, dealin' with The Roots' vocalizer
Up in your flesh from South Philly to West
I stampede your style, I'll compile then bless
[Hook x2]
We settin' it from Southside, pushin' this up North
From Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the map
Bring it back to Respond/React
Then bring it back to Respond/React to this

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
A-yo, I'm just a lyricist, a chemist of the hemp
The beat pimp, the ill Philly resident that's far from hesitant
Corrupt like a president
Never benevolent, but poetically prevalent
Cooler than peppermint
The Lieutenant for n***as talkin' 'bout represent
No doubt, it's obviously evident I get bent
Far from temporary, son, I'm very permanent
Hittin' MC's like an intoxicant
Sent to prevent monopoly is my intent
The means is what I invent
This mental murder pay the rent
Lyrically, I'm the dominant ingredient
The swift extravagant, smooth lubricant
Down with the M-the-Ill-itant
(Ch-ch-ch...) — That's the sound of the Dynasty chant
We surround your camp, assumin' the war stance
And bring it from the chest, now let's daaance
[Verse 4: Malik B]
M-ILL-ITANT! (What?!) Feel The Fifth guerilla chant
Y'all talk about bodies, but you would not kill a ant
My skill is amp, would peel a n***a like a stamp
Caliber is of Excalibur, now you be damp
When I operate, the crowd will copulate
My game'll make a room populate
And 2-1-5th is the stock of hate
Peep the logistics, slump your squad of misfits
They all get they wrists slit, blast your ass if you insist it
Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics
Turn your soul and body to statistics
In particular, I've got that extracurricular
Squad in the stash who could be stickin' ya, slip and they vickin' ya
Harass your po-lice commissioner
Don't like chicks with weaves talkin' 'bout, "I need conditioner"
That shit's deader than n***as with a morticianer
A jenazah, up in your flesh like plasma
Take away your last breath when you got asthma
Then meet Bad Lieu down at the plaza
Hip-hop extravaganza, tell your man I slump him with a stanza
Now "Who's the Boss?" — not Tony Danza
My force not green, but the force is obscene
P.O. took a piss test; it came out not clean
Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem
My squad from deuce-four up to West Oak Lane
All the way to Tackawanna and Frankford, they know the name
It's like that... M-Ill-itant

[Bridge: Black Thought]
The M-Ill-itant... lyrically hostile, Bad Lieutenant
Check it out, foul style, check it out

[Hook x4]
We settin' it from Southside, pushin' this up North
From Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the map
Bring it back to Respond/React
Then bring it back to Respond/React to this