[feat. Apathy & Chino XL]
[Intro: Apathy - talking]
Yeah, you know we came up on an era where everybody was original
Had to have their own style and sh**. Now everybody tryin' to sound like everybody else
[Chorus x4: scratch - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II']
"I'm I'll versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw"
[Verse 1: Apathy]
It's like I conjured demons
Got b**hes at my concert screamin'
Like a naval recruiter they truly want the semen/sea men
Rip MCs at the seams leaved 'em stomped as cement
I bring these motherf**ers hell if they don't repent
Give 'em aneurysms when I start usin' big words
So I speak to 'em real simple to 'em like Big Bird
This has been brought to you by the letter "A"
Better pray you get away when I let Beretta's spray
Get erased, get replaced real quick in this rap biz
Like the long answers on a second grade math quiz
Stick to simplifying for you simple minded Simple Simons
This is simple science when I spit it's signifying
That my spit is flyin'
I could spit shine the sun's surface
This verse is hot as fire, breathin' dragon's verses
I hate to burst your bubble but you f*ggots been bottle fed
Noddin' your noggins to what I'm sayin' like bobble heads
So boggle your mind and crack a bottle of wine
Over your dome till your skull is at the bottom of your spine
So dope you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes
If Jesus Christ read my notebook then God will go blind
[Chorus x4: scratch - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II']
"I'm I'll versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw"
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
When I speak it's a problem
I'm a beast and a goblin
f**in' a MILF that closely resembles Marie Osmond
And I've been
Layin' in the cut mind controllin' elephants
Stab your face with a tusk, orchestrator of d**h
I am a black reverend
Monitor your stats, it's all you need is Monistat 7
Singin' "Eye Of The Tiger" but you in eyeliner
Mile high club, flight attendent goin' down on a guy sky diver
In 2-0-9 I function 500 rounds
I'm dumpin' a Gatling gun to your dome
We act like dynamite inside a pumpkin
Sadistic appendages
My whole body's evil
Havin' fun with two guns hittin' like
[Gang Starr 'You Know My Steez':] "Some double desert eagles"
We cop cars that look like cop cars
And got heli-copters to zero in on hella cop car
And send a missile at ya official tissue
Cause your track sound gayer than the "Mr. Wendell" instrumental
Detrimental to your squad
I'll distance members and dis-member body parts
And gift rap 'em for this December
d**h is the plan
You will meet Ed McMahon when I clear you out
Cause bombs that I Publish be Clearing House
[Chorus x4: scratch - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II']
"I'm I'll versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw"
{TV Show Sample:}
Look! Up in the sky. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...
[Verse 3: Chino XL]
The Puerto Rican Superhero!
Yo, I'm angry like my momma just beat me with a switch
Madder than Nick Cannon when Eminem be dissin' his b**h
Big Chino is known to be a wild kid
Y'all refuse to get tested
You know, that [?] sh**
Where ever there's drama I'm a fly and find the f**er
Beat him in the face till he's ugly like Usher's baby's mama
I pray for your d**h and I pray that I'm the cause of it
Idiot, k**in' a blind man with his own walkin' stick
Mind quickest simpliest riddles
I wittle all arithmetics
I memorize ridiculous, I can hypnotize a hypnotist
Spittin' less than 33 ounces, still considered a liter/leader
My sk**s are far fetched like a Labrador Retriever
I mean I, keep a lot of balls
Only rivaled by the Gods of Mars
Watchin' Mya's a** shake on Dance With The Stars
My foes plot against me
My verbal molest and deserve to be put in chairs of electric
Like Roman Polansky
I put that I target artists on my resume
And place them in puddles of blood you can see 80 miles away
Your survival is decided by which side of the bed I wake up on
Worship the works of the wordsmith like it was a cross
My effect on women is hard to explain
I can piss on they head and convince them that it's rain
I'm vain
My six pack makin' b**hes love me more
Get out of line and get punched like you Snookie on The Jersey Shore
My raw thoughts are awful
I'm so twisted I could eat an iron nail and
sh** out a cork screw
My writtens are displayed inside of Egyptian pantheons
Chino is bananas
I spit pota**ium and calcium and ummm
You ain't feelin' my spillings? Only a minor loss
Cause I am bad to the bone like a rotting corpse
My word a monologue
Keep rappers scared to go up in the booth
Like it's Magic Johnson's wife's vagina raw
[Chorus x4: scratch - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II']
"I'm I'll versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw"
[Outro: Celph Titled - talking]
Yeah. The coalition of the spoken word crack cookers
Celph Titled. Apathy. Chino XL. Shuttin' sh** the f** down
Buckwild. D.I.T.C. Forever and ever motherf**er