Clones (Album Version|Explicit) - The Roots/Dice Raw

Written by：Phillip Blenman/Karl B. Jenkins/Kelo Williams/Steve Boone/Mark Douglas Sebastian/John Sebastian/Tariq Trotter/Smart Abdul-Basit

Yeah to all the Jim Carrey a** large co op

What I'm saying large co op what the ****

To the clones we bless the domes

Blow the vial you know my style large co op

Freestyle all the way son

Dice

First of all let's talk about these ill capers

And fly a** fronting ******* that now caught vapors

Niggaz run up on you with guns snatching papers

Outlined body chalk is how they would sc**** ya

From off the pavement I hate getting locked up

Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships

But then the bible never saved ****

I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament

You wanna slang crack or hold tecs and do the concept

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

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

The way niggaz be getting clapped ****'ll ******* scare ya

But in the dark we ran wild so we killing em

Niggaz scared can't stand still like ******* helium

Fake niggaz they don't go platinum they go aluminum

Got em cloned the **** up son that's why we losing em

I'm looking at this niggaz longevity

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

Cuz if I get sent to d c I'm sending dice to de

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

For real cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats

The snake will be that ***** and that rat will be that cool cat

With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home

Master allah rule savior never clone

Yo 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 opening for

Can tell your squad's artificial while approaching 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 conniseur

Stomping 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 ******* record deal

Coming with something 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 seeing the theatrics of Othello

Run over tactics of the

C l o n e s fess

The phoniest cats is felonious word

Dice raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist

Block trooper conniseur of fine ********

Focus never weak blow up the spot like plastique

Leave a ni**a shook to the point he won't speak

Never half assed always live and direct

On ******* try to punk smell the panty and raw ***

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 trying 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 **** you think you went home and had bad dreams

Of horrifying things that your a** 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 rolling 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

Don't come across that line or pay a cost

Knuckle games and hammer ****** ain't nothing sweet or soft

Win lose or draw to the jaw take one

Deranger lyrical launcher or station

No conversation is needed my task completed

Read a ni**a up and down in the cut where I'm seated

Snatch you from your cloud of ******** you ignoramuses

You laid on your lap when I attack your glamorous

Lifestyle I 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 talking that galactic style as of a falcon

Your star trek a** 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 small middle sized or tall niggaz

Just tie your name next when I start to x

Giving out flex pains of death so **** a rain check

The insane vet whether you ganked the brain wet

You proceed to lame check the opposite of same ***

I annihilate your type if you violate

Making your blood rush you post never a higher rate