Yeahto all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI msayin? Large co-opwhat the fuck?
To the cloneswe bless the domes
Blow the vialyou know my stylelarge co-op
Freestyle all the way son
Dice

Verse One: M.A.R.S.

First of all let s talk about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with gunssnatchin papers
Outlined body chalkis how they would scrape ya
From off the pavementI hate gettin locked up
cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved shit
I guess that s why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crackor hold tecsand do the concept
You can t make lootwhen your moms is smokin up the product
I try to tell yadon t let these streets fuckin fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit ll fuckin scare ya
But in the darkwe ran wildso we killin em
Niggaz scaredcan t stand stilllike fuckin helium
Fake niggazthey don t go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up sonthat s why we losin em
I m lookin at this niggaz longevity
To make a big playbut then it might be a mistake
Cuz if I get sent to D.C.I m sendin Dice to DE
With three p sso when I get outhe can see me
for realcuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Rule Saviornever clone

Verse Two: Black Thought

YoI use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical gracefrom a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensythat s the residency
Consist in currencymy pockets never empty
Some catsbelieve they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn t applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Can tell your squad s artificial while approachin the door
So you should preparefor lyrical terror that s pure
Step up to the resevoirof the soul proprietor style
messiah orthe higher law down with Dice Raw
The matadorshorty conniseur
Stompin whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a dinosaur
I told you I m the rap predator
You insist to imitatewhat for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent realninety percent invented
for a fuckin record deal
Comin with somethin veterans can t feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man s skill
But still I remain mellowseein the theatrics of Othello
Run over tactics of the
C-L-O/N-E-S fess
The phoniest cats is felonious (word)

Verse Three: Dice Raw

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooperconniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weakblow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shookto the pointhe won t speak
Never half-assedalways live and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black outwhen fake niggaz act out
Or step out of placethey get slapped in they face
All y all niggaz is faketryin to emulate my style
what grown man? In this gameto me you re a child
I trained wack MC sin camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
of horrifying thingsthat your ass never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw
where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It s not your fault blackjust the fact you wasn t shown
You ll come through this like a smurf
I got you rollin stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
And I won t be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan s Isle sol-dier

Verse Four: Malik B

Don t come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain t nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcheror station
No conversation is neededmy task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I m seated
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lapwhen I attack your glamorous
lifestyleI banged your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkinthat galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
cap you re brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y all niggaz
Whether smallmiddle-sizedor tall niggaz
Just tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vetwhether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame checkthe opposite of same sex
I annihliate your type if you violate
Makin your blood rushyou post never a higher rate

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