[Verse 1]
I hit the 28th floor, step into a boardroom filled with execs
Manager flippin', five seconds from breakin' they necks
All of a sudden I threw in a ca**ette
The room's filled with silence, all eyes on me, they wonder what's next
New rule s**as, y'all lose s**as
Scream when you had enough punishment, after this I run the sh**
Pack your bags, I push rappers in front of moving cabs
You wanna swing with us, but I'm duckin' your jabs
A mindreader, I pounce like a cheetah or a panther
With a Walkman on, high on Anthrax
If your question "Where them raw n***as?", here's your answer
Girls (pick up the panties), aiyyo thugs (get out your handguns)
Now turn 'em on yourself
I got your style in my fridge on the shelf next to the tofu
A roadblock in n***as' careers, you can't go through
Raw is the n***a to fear, and rehearsal's where y'all should go to
[Hook]
Aiyyo, Dice, motherf**in' Raw
Back the f** up off me, you're k**in' me hardly at all
Man, just let a n***a do his thing
Watch out 'fore you get dealt
Dice, motherf**in' Raw
Back the f** up off me, you're k**in' me hardly at all
Just let a n***a do his thing
Watch out 'fore you get dealt
[Verse 2]
There's always been wack rappers, they been here a second after rap's start
But I don't know why real MCs let 'em get this far
But as the new caretaker of hip-hop's graveyard
Reclaiming the dead, I got new jacks wettin' they bed
Hop on like the boogieman and f**in' sever they head
Or bury them alive, and suffocate 'em instead
Fill they tombstones out, throw your a** in a ditch
Cause when you in my zone, you die when you forget
Like when you forget who you are, or forget how to spit
n***as bit Biggie Smalls, now they think they the sh**
I remember everybody rhymed like Rakim
n***as used to tongue-twist, it's gotten worse than then
Nowadays you're all hustlers with a billy(?) stash
Don't give a f**, cause it's all about the cash
And what is beef, sleep with the heat?
Yeah right, with water guns y'all wouldn't wet up Sesame Street
[Hook]