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

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

Gimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get Busy'
say the sound of my voice, the Afro-disiac
Okayplayer.com, you can hit me at
E-me and when I'm in town, come see me

'The Real World' for real, this your MTV
The innervisions since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o tracks
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 how it's done
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come

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

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

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

The arena, the is greener 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 fucking your girl

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

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

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

Move out the bottom of my shoes out
How tracks do you 'bout?
How of these niggas you doubt?
How of these ladies making you shout?

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

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

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

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