The Roots, Lady B - Without a Doubt lyrics

Hey, hey hey hey hey, yes, yes, ah
C'mon, c'mon uh, uh, uh
Another one of those Saturday Nights y'all
Yo y'all, take heed
Yeah, check it out, c'mon
You're now rockin with the best, uh
Without a doubt, take heed y'all
C'mon, yeah, uh
Uh, yo, about to give you what you need y'all
Without a doubt

Check it out now, it's the type cerebral
World renowned, illustrious, illegal
My musical affection
Bubblin' within your zone like champagne
Known as the Fifth campaign
Thought be doin his damn thang
Bent like a boomerang, tryna maintain
I'm both yin and yang from Mi Kan Lang
With your lady hittin' me up
I'm never answering let her miss me
See me then she all tryna kiss me
Talkin bout, "I dig you Tariq
The way you twist me"
Meanwhile, she comin home tipsy, all grinnin'
And what you used to fit 'em before
You now swimming
Just take a dive P-5 deep, the team winnin'
Takin Hip-Hop back to, the beginnin'
'Cause MC's are pretendin'
I slap your sound out the
Sky like I'm goaltending
Bring your career to an ending
Enter the next era trascending for real
Knahmsayin? If not, then man listen
For you to try to fuck with the Fifth
That's ambition
I let y'all know the time indeed
Y'all need to-

Take heed y'all get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all
Without a doubt take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all
Without a doubt

Yo, I control the stadium like
The law long arm warn, ring the alarm
Cause here The Roots come
The funk's all ready for whoever want some
Your album get split like, a lump sum
No doubt, under this influence of Falcon
Millenium spaceship, totally wasted
Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it
Taste this swerve on a regular basis
Servin y'all wherever the place is
Blowin conniseur quality in
My competitor's faces
This is without doubt, your lady pass out
This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out
Shout, to my brothers on back route
Whippin the short that's smacked out, dig it
Strump this in your casette deck
Hip-Hop has not left yet
I sent a verse in the mail like
A death threat
The critically acclaimed composer, stand over
Whichever mute miniscule mic holder
You never knew the real before, yo, I show ya
You need to make your thoughts more sober
Think it over

Take heed y'all get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all
Without a doubt take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all
Without a doubt take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all
Without a doubt take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all
Without a doubt