Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op  KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?  To the clones, we bless the domes  Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op  Freestyle all the way son  Dice    [Verse One: M.A.R.S.]    First of all let's talk about these ill capers  And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors  Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers  Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya  From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up  cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships  But then the bible never saved shit  I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament  You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept  You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product  I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya  The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya  But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em  Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium  Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum  Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em  I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity  To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake  Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE  With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me  for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats  The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat  With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home  Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone    [Verse Two: Black Thought]    Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste  Disgrace your date put your title to waste  Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild  Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency  Consist in currency, my pockets never empty  Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud  Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud  Nobody know your record nor who you openin for  Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door  So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure  Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style  messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw  The matador, shorty conniseur  Stompin whatever you build to the floor  Similar to that of a dinosaur  I told you I'm the rap predator  You insist to imitate, what for?  Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented  for a fuckin record deal  Comin with somethin veterans can't feel  I hit you like a steel anvil  Because you grafted off the next man's skill  But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello  Run over tactics of the   C-L-O/N-E-S fess  The phoniest cats is felonious (word)    [Verse Three: Dice Raw]    Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist  Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis  Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique  Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak  Never half-assed, always live and direct  On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex  Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out  Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face  All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style  what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child  I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines  Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams  of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?  You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw  where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones  It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown  You'll come through this like a smurf  I got you rollin stop off the earth  Represent while I been like this since birth  And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first  Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier    [Verse Four: Malik B]    Don't come across that line or pay a cost  Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft  Win lose or draw to the jaw take one  Deranger lyrical launcher, or station  No conversation is needed, my task completed  Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated  Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses  You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous  lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl  My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style  I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in  Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon  Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle  Spill these words and form into a sprinkle  cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle  My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz  Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz  Just tie your name next when I start to X  Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck  The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet  You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex  I annihliate your type if you violate  Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate