The Lesson Pt. 1

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 '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