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Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black
Some people try to front like, I ain't it, really"
But that's silly 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 to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to that loose, you too selfish

Gimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get 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 fact of the matter is a matter of

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

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

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

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

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

I just didn't have parents, The Roots me in the trash
But still a got a lot of class
Trick wit my finger up off the glass
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 guess it's the art of the scam
Check for your soul it departed again
Militant is atomic, you fall the sky just like a comet

Move out 'til the bottom of my out
How many do you 'bout?
How many of niggas 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 satellite
You gotta like this, me about the way that I stroll

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

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

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