[Verse One: Black Thought]

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, ^!$$%z is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack

In the alleyways, where ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z ya know my style
I run a--mother$#&@in-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 ^!$$% that boost Polo

Steppin through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before

With this jazz %#@! I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the ^!$$% 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 $$# is found slain

I overcome, ^!$$%z want styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the mother$#&@in Wild Noid

Get on the mic and perpetratin is void

[Verse Two: Dice Raw]


Ya leave ^!$$%z 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 %#@!, kid

I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill %#@! that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more

Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the seams
^!$$%z didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
[he heh ha ha ha] 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 ^!$$%z stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your $$#, fat styles equivalent

of an AIDS infected Glock blast
^!$$%z 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 $$#, I'm twice, Dice
^!$$% 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
^!$$%z know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
^!$$%z better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck

Ill, gots ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z 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, mother$#&@er 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 $#&@ up outta here