A.J. Shine - The Lesson, Pt. 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: 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, n***as is slain on the train It's homicide For wealth stealth missions for crack In the alleyways, where n***as 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 n***as ya know my style I run a--motherf**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 gla** 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 n***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 sh** I hit your jaw Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor I be the n***a 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 a** is found slain I overcome, n***as want styles then I throw you some Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son Dice Raw, the motherf**in Wild Noid Get on the mic and perpetrate in this void [Verse 2: Dice Raw] Ya leave n***as missing 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 sk** no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore Got to know the real meaning of the ill sh**, kid I do mad damage but never will catch a bid With my knapsack, full of ill sh** that I just boosted From the corner store when I let loose more Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the seams n***as 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 n***as stop drop and roll, now check me out one time For your a**, fat styles equivalent Of an AIDS infected Glock blast n***as 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 cla** Teachers can kiss my a**, I'm twice, Dice n***a 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 n***as know my slogan while I breathe your last breath n***as better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck Ill, gots ta keep you in check With the hellified beats and hard rhymes n***as 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 n***as 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'mma snatch your squirrel Most corrupt, motherf**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 f** up outta here