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

When I first felt it, I 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

Gimme that, guess who bringing the Busy' back?
Women say the sound of my voice, the
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 illest innervisions since on wax
My vocal like forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a of fact

That it's the Thought, controlling like 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 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, 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 Roots
(I 'em)
The rap is a riot, 'cuz my family bouncing
Soon as the name, Dice Raw is 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 nigga got a lot of
wit my pinky finger up off the glass
Keep shit, homeboy, that's your ass

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

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

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

You on a mission, so to this
Ask yourself what condition is
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 scrambling
like that, don't bark, cat, bite back
What up, Blood? Is things the same in the hood?

While I sit, I gotta get dub and wish I could
They leave 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In eight, houses were hush up under the rug
The shit I spit is humming wit slugs, get 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 close
We got it locked, it's now
The lesson, now it's now, we shop
We got it locked, over now