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

When I first it, I knew it had to be dealt 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, who bringing the 'Get Busy' back?
say the sound of my voice, the Afro-disiac
Okayplayer.com, you can hit me at
and when I'm in your town, come see me

'The Real for real, this ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions since on wax
My vocal like forty-eight tracks
The of the matter is a matter of fact

That the Black Thought, controlling like Ike Turner
You get wise, you best 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 it's now, we close
We got it locked, over now

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

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

The arena, the is greener on the other side
I hit the stores, twenty-five die
Now tell who the in off the top in the world
I'll you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your girl

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
Keep shit, homeboy, that's your ass

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

It's just the simple part of the
I it's just the art of the scam
Check for your soul 'cuz it departed
Militant is atomic, you fall from the sky just 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 what is this
in the [unverified], I rap on a satellite disk
You gotta like this, asking me about the way that I

About the way I enfold in mode
You're like that, don't bark, cat, bite
up, Blood? Is things still the same in the hood?

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

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