D.I.C.E (verse 1):

Flipping channels all I'm hearing is the same thing,

how can a mother $#&@er enjoy it?
ya'll making garbage, we're promoting fans to make dreams,
stop with this garbage, your %#@!'s annoyin, I'm

striking at the building, tell em "we don't wanna hear it"
it's nolonger bout a lyricist when artists don't have lyrics
sitting in your prius, bumping trash and turned it loud

if they don't wanna change the game it's gettin burned the $#&@ down
brag on your one million dollars, snatch it and run
faster than one, leave em pissed like a catheter drunk

and I ain't ever give a $#&@ like I married a nun
you claim your married to the game? I guess that marriage is done
spitting bullets, you would think you had to battle a gun

and spit the type of fire that'll $#&@in scramble your tongue
my words are weapons fired, dropping what'll rattle your trunk
you'll get the shotty? your the type to go bedazzle the pump

!@$)got, your brolic? you don't want it, I'll put a bear in submission, I
kill it, so $#&@in hot I use hell as an air conditioner
hope I fade to black like I'm metallica

but I'll be cuttin days off of your future like I'm slicing at your calendar
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iLL Conscience (verse 2):


My heart beatin while I hold the Mic
I ain't gambling with money, but I roll with dice

known to strike, my flows colder then poltergheist
you ain't dope all you $#&@in posers are over hyped
the mic is like my shotty you can call me gotti catchin bodies

i got three words to say
"$#&@. the. illuminati"
the rappin alkadife

Im all about my possey
artists aren't safe like a jew inside of a house of !@(^s
composing the melody don't get ahead of me

dope as amphetamines growin genetically
homie im deadly dispose of enemys
You ain't about it so dont even mess wit me

the %#@! that we be flowin will leave em choken for centuries