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Lyrically versatile My rap definition is wild I wrote graffiti as a juvenile Restin' on deuce trey And used to boost gray Kangols With 555 souls 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 motherfuckin' rap muk With Malik in 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 thoroughbred for dolo I bag solo like a nigga that boost Polo
Steppin' through the corridor of metaphors Lookin' over My left shoulder the mic Still feel colder than before With this jazz shit I hit your jaw Dice Raw Get up on the mic My young poor
I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on tour Surely real to the core, old school Like eighty-four, I'll never die 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 ass 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 motherfuckin' 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 shit, kid I do mad damage But never will catch a bid With my knapsack full of ill shit 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 I beat down on they heads Like drum machines 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 ass 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 Okay kid, you know my style Is buck wild 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 ass I'm twice, Dice Nigga 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 got's 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 knowledge 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 got's ta keep my composure Where I'm from it's like a whole different world Hoppin' a train honey dippin And I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt motherfucker 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 Brother [Incomprehensible]
'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 fuck up outta here
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