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Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op

KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?

To the clones, we bless the domes

Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op

Freestyle all the way son

DiceFirst of all let's talk about these ill capers

And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught vapors

Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers

Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya

From off the pavement, I 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 want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept

You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product

I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya

The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' scare ya

But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin' 'em

Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin' helium

Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum

Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em

I'm lookin' at this niggaz longevity

To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake

Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE

With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me

For real, 'cause 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 Savior, never cloneYo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste

Disgrace your date put your title to waste

Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild

Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency

Consist in currency, my pockets never empty

Some cats, believe 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 prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure

Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor style

Messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw

The matador, shorty connoisseur

Stompin' whatever you build to the floor

Similar to that of a dinosaur

I told you I'm the rap predator

You insist to imitate, what for?

Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety 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 mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello

Run over tactics of the

See-L-O/N-E-S fess

The phoniest cats is felonious (word)Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist

Block trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis

Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique

Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak

Never half-assed, always live and direct

On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex

Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out

Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face

All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my style

What grown man? In this game, to me you're a child

I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines

Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams

Of horrifying things, that 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 black, just 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

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