The Lesson Pt. 1 (Explicit)

The Lesson Pt. 1 - The Roots
Lyrically versatile
My rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce trey
And used to boost gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's from the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain  niggaz is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways  where niggaz get grazed in the back
From stray shots
Clips with hollow tips  for your spine or
Either remain calm  catch a rhyme  to your mind
Niggaz ya know my style
I run a--motherf**kin-rap--muk
When Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five  foot seven  in command of the party
And scam like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam  cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro  that get the dough
It's the Philly borough dread
Thoroughbread for dolo
I bag solo  like a ni**a that boost Polo
Steppin through the corridor  of metaphors
Lookin over my left
Shoulder the mic  still feel colder than before
With this jazz sh*t I hit your jaw
Dice Raw  get up on the mic  my young poor
I be the ni**a blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core  old school like eighty-four
I never die  and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back  on time
When I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your a** is found slain
I overcome  niggaz want styles then I throw you some
Show you some  get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw  the motherf**kin Wild Noid
Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
Ya leave niggaz missin in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac  travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile  with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real meaning of the ill sh*t  kid
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack  full of ill sh*t that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me  rippin heads off from the seams
Niggaz didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
Or 808's cause my style flows out great
And superspectac  with all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name  upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul  with lyrics high
To make niggaz stop drop and roll  now check me out one time
For your a**  fat styles equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock blast
Niggaz know my style  plus they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon  to Mount Rushmore
OK kid  you know my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my a**  I'm twice  Dice
Ni**a de Raw  never take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the wall
Like playin handball  my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan  Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggaz know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggaz better watch they step  fat bull catch wreck
Ill  gots ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggaz know my style  when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks  cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit'salad  my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts  so whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
If ya don't well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite  I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggaz with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep  my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt  motherf**ker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask BR O Th E R
Cause he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the microphone
It's like  summertime  laid back  to recline
In my La-Z-Boy chair
Dice Raw  the Wild Noid
I'm the f**k up outta here