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

I first felt 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 ain't try to turn that loose, you too

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

'The Real World' for real, this your MTV
The illest innervisions Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o tracks
The fact of the matter is a of fact

That it's the Black Thought, like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you to be a fast learner
Or relax and peep how it's 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 flows hit idiots crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the
I'm laughing, down 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 crew
(I 'em)
The rap is a riot, yeah 'cuz my family
as the name, Dice Raw is announced in

The arena, the grass is greener on the other
I hit the stores, thousand die
Now tell who the in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's 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 pinky finger up off the
talking shit, homeboy, that's your ass

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

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

Move out the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you
How many of these niggas you
How many of these ladies making you

You on a mission, so to this
Ask yourself condition is this
in the [unverified], I rap on a satellite disk
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, 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 stiff in the mud, you wannabe
In section eight, were hush up under the rug
The I spit is humming wit slugs, get soaked 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 it's now, we close
We got it locked, it's now