If this is what life brings
If God has his plans for me
Then I will
Find out how to die and avoid it
As far as I can see
The whole world is sleeping
But not me
I am lying here in a million pieces
I can't make it
I'm waiting for the sun to come out
I'm waiting for the right time
The right time to find my way out
What joy the night can bring
Riding the ghost until the morning sings
Where a bad situation means
With a perfect, dreamless sleep
Or a dream of dreaming
For me, to never see
So I'm feeling lucky
I can't make it
I'm waiting for the sun to come out
I'm waiting for the right time
The right time to find my way out
Last chance to run away with me
Become a ghost
I don't know what to say and think
You have to trust me
Imagine all the things you'll see
I can't make it
I'm waiting for the sun to come out
I'm waiting for the right time

The problem with society's been how do we teach
And if they'll believe.
We'll fight this battle for years to come
'til we all accept that we can stand on our own.
Grandfather used his hands, he worked them to the bone.
Provide his family with a happy home, alone.
Don't take your aggression out on me.
My own man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy, old, and tired
All your ideas are so fucking uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one person to fight the fight
How many times have you taught and not conspired?
Don't wanna be, they never say
But don't call us the liars
We've walked these alleys a thousand times
And scattered around a thousand lies.
They are trying to hold you down
Your life may be hard
But keep your feet on the ground.
Why don't I have the finer things that others have?
The chance is there if you want it all that bad.
So bad.
Don't take your aggression out on me.
My own man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy, old, and tired
All your ideas are so fucking uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one person to fight the fight
How many times have you taught and not conspired?
Don't try and get me confused.
Cause I do understand.
And sometimes people need help.
That they may need a hand
When this problems going on.
A thing you have to get straight
Is that you don't hold my hand.
And I don't owe you a thing.
So don't think about how sorry
You feel when now your treated so bad.
This common place is so lazy, old, and tired
All your ideas are so fucking uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one person to fight the fight
How many times have you told and not conspired
And as a race we look back and we? ve come so far.
While some may conquer, the others had it so hard.
But instead we just complain while there? s no one for us to fight.

"Keep Your Voices Down"
I'd rather die
Than need this
If I could just hold off tonight
By tomorrow you'll be gone
And I'll be alright on my own
But no, no, no just isn't possible
No, no it isn't possible
Just sit back and relax
But don't worry I've
Never been one to take too much
But I'll be the first to say this is crazy
But if it's everything i'll ever need
It's everything i'll ever need
Just keep your voices down
Cant you see there's other people trying to sleep in this town
But you still get your thrills from
Coffee and pills and
They complain about the noise we make
But no, no, no just isn't possible
No, no it isn't possible
Sit back and relax
But don't worry I've
Never been one to notice much
But I'll, I'll be the first to say
This is crazy
Oh no, they're not listening
They'll never know what happened
Let go
There's no problem here
We're not hiding anything
So sit back and relax, don't worry
I've never been one to notice much
SO sit back anf relax, don't worry
Ive never been one to notice much
But I'll, I'll be the first to say
This is crazy
But if it's everything I'll ever need

I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home
Baby come home
.. used to .. fuck her
Truth is we all loved her
So if you get close to that chick
Do get a rubber cause she got no homies
Going out like suckers this are my metaphors now
Of how the game is .. forcing new changes .. how it used to be
Cause some bullshit around them trustfully now hip hop …
Hip hop is still loving you but I just feel like I found out
You fucked the whole crew
I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home
Baby come home
I know on what you’ve been through
And all the crazy places you’ve been to
And all the niggers that pinch you
Yeah I know I got a pimp side me too
.. from the underground wasn’t I supposed to have dreams too
And drive a Benz too? I know we share some materialistic shit and i
Shouldn’t let it fuck with our relationships I should be moral …
But truthfully I feel like I can’t wait for this… you know you’ve
always been
My other girl …I admit you so much attention they always tripping
Always .. cause everything is given in Christmas time with you ..
I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home
Baby come home
This is wild sin city .. seen her
I wonder if we still recognize when we see her
She says she don’t like the way niggers act down South
She don’t like the way we act up North either
.. white guys crossed over she said when she come back .. she said
She started popping bottles couldn’t stay sober…
Girl I can’t say what you are saying it ain’t true but if I get a
chance to ..
This is what I do .. make every .. clap make every line clever
.. whatever hip hop needs and I just .. just do it whatever
I can promise that we will always be together
Even if i start acting …
I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home

(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't apologize
I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic
Need a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't sweat it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet it
Pack an L then I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) face it everybody got a favorite
I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I told her that her baby moving slower
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma
(And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, black magic
(To the hideout) you don't want to gamble with the devil
Especially when them chewy blueys got me on another level
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm special
But even she know I'm coming back like an echo.
For the statements I'm about to make I will not apologize
Niggas talk a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies
Jewels rented, cars rented, homie that ain't authentic
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little timid
Don't blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business
Acting like a monkey is the only way to sell tickets
Shit I can dig it, niggas gossip silly digits
White kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking about pimping
Or sipping on old English brew or whatever they think we do
Spraying double Uzis cuz you know they think we live in zoos
The problem is with this everyone seems to be real confused
The niggas on the streets to the old people that watch the news
And watch BET and the crazy shit they see
They associate with you do the same shit to me
When you look at me you see just a nigga from the projects
But can't understand this nigga's mind set but still
Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't going be televised
Governments is hellified, taking cake and selling pies
I ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be well obliged
Murder is comodified, felon for the second time
Never was I into chasing trouble I was followed by
Facing trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized, criticized
Ran into some people that's surprised I was still alive
Look into my daughter's eyes, wonder how can I provide
Got to get from A to B but how can I afford to drive?
Messed around, tried to get a job and wasn't qualified
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the lightning rod
Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign
Palms get the itching man I got to get the calamine
Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5

There are five stages that one journeys through
on the passage to the darkside.
Fear...anger...remorse...acceptance...
each stage more tormenting than the last.
And it all begins with...
[Verse 1]
The first stage, denial, that of course is when people deny
And lie to themselves like they ain't 'bout to die
This shit get buckwild, I even seen people smile
And joke-crack, not knowin' it's all 'bout to go black
Niggas be like "Fuck that, man I can take it"
Sixteen to your back? You ain't gon' make it
You 'bout to die, and you the only one that don't know
And here comes the ambulance ridin' all slow
"There you go. You'll be aight. Hear me? You'll be aight.
Real niggas don't die! Real niggas don't fuckin' die!"
[Verse 2]
Next is anger, you start cursin' everybody out
Even the paramedics too, 'cause now there's doubt
In the back of your head, you think "Oh shit
What if this is really it?" and start to bitch
Fear, which brings us to number three on the list
You seen your own blood, now you scared as shit
In the background, you can hear the cops talk
Sayin' "That's a damn shame why they're warmin' up the chalk"
"Dispatch, we got a 416, scuzzbucket with 14-17 holes in him.
Doesn't look good. Think we're gonna need a bodybag." (zzzzzzzzzzzzzip)
[Verse 3]
Now here comes your girl, she wants to know why you can't get up
The firemen grab her and tell her that you been hit up
She drops down to her knees and screams out "Why?"
Now it's all dawnin' on you that (I think I'm 'bout to die)
Four's remorse, got you feelin' sorry for the shit you did
Now you realize what goes around comes back, kid
Like when you shot up the block and hit three little kids
You live by it, then you die by it, can you dig
Yeah, thought your mama told ya
But now I see you on the streets, you a thug, yeah you's a soldier
Five's acceptance, when you take the acceptance

1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
I really miss about black in the day
Had too much you know what they say
Been in the past that’s where you stay
thinking about first time stepping on stage
kick my little rash back when I was so grey
welcome to the crowd nowadays feel strange
walking on stage they don’t recognize my face
after the show standing in front of the place
they come up to me and say what’s your name ?
You're working on something coming up or anything
I will say: yeah but I don’t really know
thou spending every weekend in the studio
comming up with songs, they ask me what’s wrong
shit sounds hot, I tell them hip hop
I think about all the grace that came and die
still stuck in the year,
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 1995 1995 1995
I used to hop on the train
Listening to Wu-Tang,light up Els in the stairwell with the butain
I am so different now I guess things do change
My old friends see me they be like you strange
My mother hay a problem with how I do things
Plan too many games with all my new flames
But I can’t stick around when it gets to plain
Oh baby just gotta go
I remember Brandy : The Boy Is Mine
I remember Monica at the same time
I remember rocking in St. Andrew's hall
different place every night yeah used to have a ball
It was just something 1995, close friends that died back then where still
alive
It was just the vibe, source, the vibe
even the red pages seemed so outdated
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive

For the last hundred days I did a hundred shows,
The next prayed to do another more,
I’m buying a hundred broads, break a hundred laws,
I’mma keep it one hundred,
One hundred, for ya all!
I’mma keep it one hundred,
One hundred, for ya all!
I’mma keep it one hundred,
One hundred, for ya all!
I’m gonna keep it one hundred
While you are keeping it ninety nine,
When it comes to Romeo, dudes are far behind,
When it comes to glam
I’m absolutely positively, definitely shinning,
These niggers say they bought it, but they defiantly lying,
Indefinitely cowards, …and make em pass the showers.
Get your pussy .. bucks an hour,
The suitors keep it one hundred, keep ..
..muffins, I think they got it!
You are money addicts and you are idiotic,
Please don’t meet the.. take me to the tropics,
A bunch of Louis luggage, I’m a Louis addict,…
.. a hundred Louis fabrics.
If we’re doing it in .. we keep it one hundred,
.. I’m a Louis…
You are all in the hood style, we are still at it…,
Stand up nigger, never…
Stand up .. night or morning,
Super one hundred all night, all morning!
.. should have warned you,
Let the one travel!
I wanna keep the real gangsta, Kane in my pocket,
Some dumb ticket, another try to knock it…
I was born on one …
What you got to understand, .. young niggers feel!
I feel like I’ve been running for one hundred fucking days,
Another hundred hours make a nigger feel crazy!
The cheater .. in an office…
I’m looking… another mother fucking still looking for the…
And niggers.. try to keep it one hundred.
Keep it one hundred cause I do it for ya all,
Champ, I pour more .. I’m on!
I’m sick, you never catch me,
Understand … that’s for pissed nigger I want it, I make the call!
Impossible to .. I see ‘em I take ‘em home,
I love ‘ em like when in spring…
Like knees on the trees speaking…
I keep it one hundred I was looking at your…
You dream, I’m hating that, in real life…
..bring to it like this!
.. I probe the whole world,
And all your hot weapons …
They knew my name bitch…,
Please don’t waste my time, run around, talking fly,
..bitch, I’ll tell you why!
Cause for the last hundred days I did a hundred shows,
The next prayed to do another more,
I’m buying a hundred broads, break a hundred laws,
I’mma keep it one hundred,
One hundred, for ya all!
I’mma keep it one hundred,
One hundred, for ya all!
I’mma keep it one hundred,
One hundred, for ya all!
One hundred, son done it, you gone ...
You exile where I live, cause I run it!
You don’t want it top shit, but don’t bust it,
They stop your ass out, you don’t flush it.
One hundred, keep counting!
One thousand, marble floors, glass doors in my houses,
You.. nigger stop, you just browsing,
While I’m …
One hundred, daddy be just ..
That was just one hundred million for the billion, nigger…!
Round bag filled with one hundred bills,
Zip lock filled with a hundred pills.
Welcome to… where niggers got a hundred skills,
And every summer month filled with a hundred kills,
In 2000 they gave a hundred …
But only ones who kept one hundred still,
Fuck one hundred broads, driving a hundred cars,
Spitting a hundred bars, being with a hundred stars.
Don’t be star struck, please don’t embarrass us,
Game all fucked up, I’ll let the money cheer us up!
Don’t try to fucking act like you can’t hear us, cause …
That’s where is was supposed to be,…
Yeah, where hip hop ends ultimately death and every breath, yes!
..kill ‘em all, just wait and see!
Yeah, just pray for me….

[Chorus]
Baby I gotcha now when you'll stay with me
Two drinks in one, this hypnotized ya baby, yeah
Fat ass and thick thighs, work that (???) baby
Got me on lockdown, you're all mine and baby you'll stay with me
[Verse 1]
At first I tried not to like the bitch, but after three drinks I fell in love
"Is it room in your life for a scrub?"
I asked, she laughed it up, grabbed my hands and put 'em on her ass
Led me out the club, then said she wanted this to last
Forever, I laughed, I was like "Yo, that's whatever"
An angel appeared, she was like "Dice, you better
Not let that one slip", heard another voice sayin' "Fuck that shit
And all the nonsense that comes with relationships"
But if you saw the fate I was facin'
It was a beautiful queen of the highest regard
A sparklin', gleamin' jewel in the eye of God
But was now in the eye of me
I gave my heart to her in its entirety
We lay in bed crackin' the fuck up, thinkin' about the irony
Of how we almost didn't meet, my heart skips a beat
'Cause without her, I don't think life would be complete, aiyyo
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
In the beginning it was more than fresh
Fuckin' in the a.m., kissin' with morning breath
If I can't have her I'll die, life without her's death
Our whole vibe is like Romeo and Juliet
Or Cleopatra and Anthony, I look at her, hear a symphony
A hundred strings, tellin' my dogs it was meant to be
No more chasin' groupies, well at least not for me
All my niggas like "Damn, whassup with D-I-C-E?
That ain't no pimp shit", but it was like out of nowhere
Everything switched from me just wantin' to hear
To lookin' into her mind, into her eyes, but I can't lie
Y'all know me, I still was scopin' them thighs
Aiyyo she can't sing, tell a joke, hold a note
Dance, be on the soaps, but she's still a showstopper
Make me wanna quit this game and be a doctor
It's true what they say about love, it's for suckas, yo

[Chorus]
Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
Yo, they got us locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
Every artist locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
Every rapper locked down, in a cell under the ground
Tryin' to push for a mainstream sound
[Dice Raw]
Man, it used to feel like hip-hop had a lock on my soul
And a deal was the only way I'd get parole
I got knocked years ago when I wrote my first rhyme
Ever since then, I been locked down doin' time
Payin' dues with a lot to gain, but more to lose
I play the game, but they keep changin' the rules
The studio's a holding cell for lyrical criminals
Doing demo tapes, hold mics like shanks
Battlin', that's like a fight in the yard
Lines chase niggas down like Lieutenant Gerard
But I love it there, and some say that I'm institutionalized
Freestyling's our only form of exercise
I don't lift weights, lift my mind to a higher state
If your shit's wack, you just can't relate
I have nightmares of bein' back on the streets
But when I wake up in my cell, I feel relief
Bein' on tour is like bein' transferred to jail
And the companies reattempt to boost your sales
In my last case, they came at me with a deal
The D.A., I mean A&R;, said "You can still keep shit real
But instead of Raw, be Dice Chill
Give us some hits with some commercial appeal"
I refused, then sent back to my cell
And from next time, a poet's memoirs from jail
[Chorus]
[Steve G's]
The prisoner, verbal incision
They strangle me with barbed wires of fire, fuck a mainstream vision
The label is the feds, they wanna find me and sign me
With a market and promotion behind me, but they slimy
My cellmate Dice Raw is nice, y'all
I assassinate rehearsal, if I go commercial I'll slice y'all
Studio's solitary, so I'm soliterrorizin' MCs
Steve G's, freeze, melt, refreeze
Mics get raped on my cell block, we battle for commissary
Parole boards for adversary
I lost the trial, I lost the case
What a waste, judge threw the rhyme book in my face
But my brain left and right is like the unstoppable engine
Locked down, pushin' for mainstream like syringes
Fuck a C.O., my shit's gone gold like C3PO
Ask Kelo, he know we go T-O
The top, this is cell block hip-hop
Yo, the underground keep the shank hot
Locked down with MCs doin' life bids
Beware when the pen zags and zigs
[Chorus]
[Black Thought]
Aiyyo, it was far from warm, the middle of a storm
And 5th Dynasty was on our way to perform
It was me, Steve G's, Dice and the Quick Drawn
And we got pulled over, we knew something was wrong
The law wasn't concerned with license and registration
Insurance information, or our point of destination
But peep, they got us up out the Jeep five deep
And took a look and saw the mics up under the seat
And start'd snappin', flippin' and shit like "Who's rappin'?"
Got on the radio and signaled back to the captain
Who warned them we was known for action
"Use caution, and get them contracts from when they brought us back" and
The fingerprints matched and linked identities
D.T.s was like "Shit, it's the 5th MCs"
Ain't no escapin', locked us in a lab and started tapin'
Mandatory, the judge said "Fuck jury deliberation"
Maximum incarceration
In these camps for concentration we call radio stations
A place where hip-hoppin' is against the law
Forever locked down within a lower corridor
Of sound, where they sniff out cells with bloodhounds
Pure MCs, MCs' remains is found
Pick the park when a record executive's around
Yo, we bubble to the top notch round

[Verse 1]
I hit the 28th floor, step into a boardroom filled with execs
Manager flippin', five seconds from breakin' they necks
All of a sudden I threw in a cassette
The room's filled with silence, all eyes on me, they wonder what's next
New rule suckas, y'all lose suckas
Scream when you had enough punishment, after this I run the shit
Pack your bags, I push rappers in front of moving cabs
You wanna swing with us, but I'm duckin' your jabs
A mindreader, I pounce like a cheetah or a panther
With a Walkman on, high on Anthrax
If your question "Where them raw niggas?", here's your answer
Girls (pick up the panties), aiyyo thugs (get out your handguns)
Now turn 'em on yourself
I got your style in my fridge on the shelf next to the tofu
A roadblock in niggas' careers, you can't go through
Raw is the nigga to fear, and rehearsal's where y'all should go to
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, Dice, motherfuckin' Raw
Back the fuck up off me, you're killin' me hardly at all
Man, just let a nigga do his thing
Watch out 'fore you get dealt
Dice, motherfuckin' Raw
Back the fuck up off me, you're killin' me hardly at all
Just let a nigga do his thing
Watch out 'fore you get dealt
[Verse 2]
There's always been wack rappers, they been here a second after rap's start
But I don't know why real MCs let 'em get this far
But as the new caretaker of hip-hop's graveyard
Reclaiming the dead, I got new jacks wettin' they bed
Hop on like the boogieman and fuckin' sever they head
Or bury them alive, and suffocate 'em instead
Fill they tombstones out, throw your ass in a ditch
'Cause when you in my zone, you die when you forget
Like when you forget who you are, or forget how to spit
Niggas bit Biggie Smalls, now they think they the shit
I remember everybody rhymed like Rakim
Niggas used to tongue-twist, it's gotten worse than then
Nowadays you're all hustlers with a billy(?) stash
Don't give a fuck, 'cause it's all about the cash
And what is beef, sleep with the heat?
Yeah right, with water guns y'all wouldn't wet up Sesame Street

[Verse 1]
The whole goddamn world's on fire, and it's burinin' like a stack of logs
Beware if your pockets resemble a catalog
That's fat, down here niggas got cattle prods
What's that? Fuck it man, it's all gone to the dogs
In fact, it's like a fuckin' sauna, it gets so hot
Sometimes you just wanna, you know, ka-ka-KLOCK
Ka-ka-KLOCK KLOCK for no reason
That's why you breathin', fuck do y'all niggas believe in?
It's lava, clips, revolvers, there's eruptions
Everytime niggas be like "Whassup then?"
And you can feel the tension vibratin' off a brick
Babies hangin' like cell phones (?)
Fuck the feds, when you see the CIA on your strip
You MIA out this bitch, you can't play with these pigs
Niggas are trippin' and I'm flippin', straight stick the clip in
Back me up against the wall, Raw starts spittin'
[Chorus 2x]
Yo, it's so much drama, who do we shoot at first?
As time goes on, the fire burns, it gets worse
It's a million degrees, and the street's about to burst
Because the ghetto's the hottest show on Earth
[Verse 2]
Shit be gettin' wilder and crazier by the millisecond
Walk around protected, or walk around naked
'Cause nothing's sacred, not even Granny's tennis bracelet
She gave you on her deathbed, niggas'll still take it
Man, I was raised on a constitution written by thugs
Niggas that G, kill, lie like prayer rugs
It's deranged, pocket full of shells like loose change
It's fucked up when your bull start actin' strange
I seen people give up lifelong dreams for gravy
Get snitched on by their team, or set up by their lady
Who gives a fuck? Not even us, 'cause God (?) all I trust
But, my first thought is to bust, can you dig it
[Chorus]
Yo, it's a million degrees outside
And we're burnin' up, we're burnin' up
Yeah, it's a million degrees outside
And we're burnin' up, we're burnin' up
Yeah, it's a million degrees outside
And we're burnin' up, we're burnin' up
Yeah, it's a million degrees outside
And we're burnin' up, we're burnin' up

[Chorus 2x]
Now do you want it? (Hell yeah nigga, I want it)
And do you need it? (Yeah, I need it, man)
Well, they got it (They got what?)
Everything, so let's take it (Take, take, let's take it)
[Verse 1]
Niggas can act like, act like they, they want it
Knowin' that they don't want jackshit, them niggas fronted
When it came down to stackin' mills and smackin' grills
Them patty-cake niggas thought that they needed to chill
When all the real nigga feels is a need to kill
Unrevealed, the catastrophic, we gotta stop it
They tryin' to kill us, so all my niggas better watch it
Tap water and Newports, yo man, that's that hot shit
Mixed with Hennessey and a blunt, it gets toxic
But fuck it, pass the la, let's get high
I'm goin' in shootin', does any man wish to die?
This ain't metal gear, solid, you can't pause my killin'
I'm bustin', lick off them head for a schillin'
I can't be happy, 'cause what's happy?
I'm from a place where everyone's strapped and tryin' to clap me
Flesh and bone turn to stone, so if you want it, ask me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you and I, me and you, we ever verse
Then I don't know yo, the shots might disperse
'Cause I got, got you on scope, kid, hundred yards away
Grassy Knoll raw dog might blow that ass away
Talk, talkin' that dumb shit, caps I'm peelin' it
This be a-ro-ro-rockin', all ya feelin' it
My gat, concealin' it, fuck that, revealin' it
Let the young brothas know beef, then how to kill it
Or get your face slammed on a skillet and then you're sauteed
A new law's laid, it's the Raw Brigade
Or Raw Family Stone
Hammer and hip-hop goin' straight up to your dome
Keepin' your own words shinin' just like chrome, so what?
If y'all want something over here, then come get a piece
I'll damn sure cut y'all a slice
But ya might lose your life when ya gamble with Dice

[Verse 1]
Since I been peein' straight, striaght crime's been my mindstate
Proud to be a petty thief ever since four feet
But I make dis records so rappers would have to advance
And stop wearin' the same corny watches and leather pants
Psych, I don't give a fuck, rock your ice
Just don't step out of line or you'll get rocked by Dice
I toured around the world like Tina and Ike
Brought the house down in Sicily and Milan
Fucked all types of women like your sister and mom
Ask around your breakfast table, you'll say "Raw's the bomb"
Slow down son, you can't go one round with Dice, dude
I make clowns like you bow down like Ice Cube
Women, I make 'em feel like they gave birth to God
Grip 'em by their pigtails, make 'em slurp the rod
Catch a Mack-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks
Cut a priest off at the funeral to rock shit
[Chorus]
Nigga I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin'
Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'
Talkin' all that shit like you can get some
You just a sucka, you can't get a fuckin' crumb
Man I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin'
Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'
Talkin' all that shit like you can get some
You just a sucka, and can't get a fuckin' crumb
[Verse 2]
I ain't lettin' niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp
I'm drunk on power, I don't feel the weed or the champ'
Voices like a million watts pumpin' out, goin' amped
Hit niggas bang pow to the moon like Ralph Kramp
Once I'm there, carve the moon into a pair of dice
Or put a star in a jelly jar and use it for a night light
Give it to my daughter, bomb your headquarters
It's Dice, here I am rare despite all denial
Just raw ass lyrics, no self-proclaimed titles
Whip out what I'm concealin', then aim for survival
Seein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful
Dice is raw, there ain't no mistakin'
Me against y'all is like Santa against Satan
When I say y'all, I mean y'all suckas that be rappin'
You're soft like satin from hard skull crackin', aiyyo
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
So MCs that wanna battle, step up reluctantly
If Jesus could rap, He couldn't fuck with me
(beat stops, thunder rolls, beeps and buzzes)
Yo, yo what the fuck is that? Aiyyo, what happened to the beat?
What's goin' on in there, man?
Hey Dice, man what the fuck are you in there doin', man?
The fuckin' board's smokin'; there's all this type of fire and shit, man.
I know your budget's not gonna cover this shit, man.
This session is shut down!
[Verse 4: Dice Raw as God]
Dice! You dare blasphemy against thy Lord?
I can do anything, even rhyme!
The builder and destroyer of all worlds
Creator of man, woman, girl
Some call Me Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah
I can start a beginnin', or endin', it's over
On Earth's first day alive there was darkness
Shape was worthless, I gave this small planet purpose
Breathed life into the surface
And created every beast in the sea
Feast eyes on the Son of God for thou souls to free
Since the Garden of Eden, I told men believe in
Thou Lord, and never worship falseships and act accord
But always, serpents slither across floors
Everything that is, always has been, always will be
A chill in your bones is how you feel me
At the end, when the moon turns blood and the sun blackens
Great men of the world running wonder what's happenin'
The sky'll part
And where I once said "Let there be light," I'll say "Let there be dark"
After the lamb's spoken, last seal's broken
Trumpets sound, last men on Earth found chokin'
For these events not to take place, you're hopin'

Hey yo, I’m bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone
But … I’m black like Corleone
My dress … mentally disturbed
My benz pop but I curb puffing a bag of …
The cops got a lot of questions they like to ask me
Cause I ride through philly lookin’ flashy
But my 20 lawyer smart … so fat, louie vuitton on her feet
…and everything about me is throw back benzes
Like … handling business
Still … brain for tenses …
My life’s bliss … own stock…bitches ...in my phone
Cast in the …bigger numbers in the caiman
I’m so talented I got it off from entertainment
But never fuck with a bitch that’s got a …
Lookout for a real queen, that’s what I am about
I write riddles, I don’t make it rain I stack …
You see dumb niggers and I crack my pistols
I’m … hundred shots coming at ya
Where is your t cups, girls d cups
Rappers got you … about the creeper
…be killing shots like this is a fetus
We’ll make you dumb niggers think you can beat us
This shit you putting in your blunt must beat us
Well I’ma let you next …with a gun shot
And put a bucket on your head while I’m on top
You girl pussy it’s just another side hustle
And I don’t stress nothing nigger I apply muscle
… in this everyday struggle… time will tell
But for now I’m doing real well
I sip champagne, saint germaine, slash your red wine
Right before I head line, to tell the double you top floor bed time
The greatest rapper now yeah I must confess
I’m underrated and I’m alone

Some people like to go slowly and people like to go fast. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re fast or slow. It doesn’t matter if you have long hair or short hair, if you live in a light house or a dark house. It doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a boy. To me, the only thing about you that matters is you yourself; who you are and what you are. You see, it’s you I like.
Hey there, how ya doing man?
Great having you,
Enjoy your din-dins?
I tell you, man, it’s a jungle out there,
Hush, man, hush,
You really gotta appreciate what you have man,

Up on a mountain scaled by the praises we sing
Worship in you God, grace that transcends everything
Song turns to laughter, joy the Spirit you give
Strengthen our footsteps 'til with you in heaven we live
In your name we sing to you over and over again
In your name we rejoice, love spills from our tongues
As we lift you above all else
Praise to you
I stand facing the east and wait for the sun to rise
Hands at my sides, my eyes wide open to the great big sky
Once again the Spirit is moving out over the wates
I raise my hands to the sky and fall
You will catch me
I want to thank you for your Son you willingly gave
He is alive now bringing me out of my grave
Love now is true life dwelling in you free from sin

Oh, sky falls orange into the sea,
Blood sun drowns to the calling of night,
Smashing the waves, slashing the waves, slashing the waves,
Grind a beat, grind a beat, grind a beat,
Slow repeat - think about it.
Think about it,
Think about it,
Think about it,
Think about it.
Verse two,
I taste salt, oh, I smell the sea,
I will remember you, will you think of me?
We're all gone...we're all gone in just a few years,
We're all gone - think about it.
Think about it,
Think about it,
Think about it,
Think about it.
Life is but a vapour,
Life is but a vapour,
Can you tell me, how long do we live?
This life...this life is but a vapour,
Can you tell me, how long do we live?
Think about it.
Think about it,
Think about it,
Think about it,

wriggling to life, it's a possibility
fingers in the soil it could be you or me you see. hey
blinders on the son are rather restless

the captains stayed deep into the morning
they lifted and put their glasses down
they can't be bothered
flights of fancy for horrible henchmen
they often lose control when the ship goes down
it's a bother
twilight's highways smashed into rubble
bob and float freely upon the sea