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Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from
My Black Thought, my girl's the Black Lilies
Some try to front like, I ain't feeling it, really"
But that's 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?

When I felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the got melted
Some tried to put up a but they was helpless
You try to turn that loose, you too selfish

Gimme that, who bringing the 'Get Busy' back?
Women say the sound of my voice, the
Okayplayer.com, you can hit me at
E-me and I'm in your town, come see me

'The World' for real, this ain't your MTV
The innervisions since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight
The of the matter is a matter of fact

That it's the Black Thought, controlling Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how done
And ya ass to what's about to come because

The lesson, now now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's now

Aiyyo, Dice's hit idiots like crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the
I'm laughing, looking down from off top the
Hop off my pedestal, my scrotum

Aiyyo, niggas ain't fucking wit this shit
(I 'em)
Aiyyo, y'all ain't wit the Roots crew
(I 'em)
The rap is a riot, 'cuz my family bouncing
as the name, Dice Raw is announced in

The arena, the grass is on the other side
I hit the stores, thousand die
Now who the best in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your

I just didn't have parents, The found me in the trash
But a nigga got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky finger up off the
talking shit, homeboy, that's your ass

The lesson, now now, we close shop
We got it locked, over now

It's just the part of the game
I guess it's the art of the scam
for your soul 'cuz it departed again
Militant is atomic, you from the sky just like a comet

Move out 'til the bottom of my out
How many do you 'bout?
How many of these you doubt?
How many of these ladies making you

You on a mission, so listen to
Ask yourself condition is this
Sick in the [unverified], I rap on a disk
You gotta like this, asking me the way that I stroll

the way I enfold in scrambling mode
You're like that, bark, cat, bite back
up, Blood? Is things still the same in the hood?

While I sit, I gotta get dub and I could plug
thoughts'll leave 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, houses were up under the rug
The shit I spit is humming wit slugs, get in the suds

The lesson, now it's now, we shop
We got it locked, it's now
The lesson, now it's now, we close
We got it locked, it's now
The lesson, now now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's now