Clones

First of all, let's talk about these ill capers

And fly ass frontin' **** that now caught vapors

N****s run up on you with guns, snatch your papers

Outline 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 sling crack, old text, and do the concept

You can't make loot when your moms is smokin' up the product

I'm tryna tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya

The way n****s be gettin' clapped, the shit'll fuckin' scare ya

But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin' 'em

N****s scared, can't stand still, like fuckin' helium

Fake n****s, they don't go platinum, they go aluminum

Got 'em cloned the fuck up, son, that's why we're losin' 'em

I'm lookin' at this n****'s longevity to make a big play

But then it might be a mistake

'Cause if I get send to DC, I'm sending Dice to DE

With three P's, so when I get out he can see me

For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and rats

The snake will be that **** and the rat will be that cool cat

With swollen pockets, we gon' take you back home

Master Allah, rule Savior, never cloned

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in your face and erase your taste

Disgrace your date, put your title to waste

Dominant lyrical grace from a place called Wild

'Illadeph isle, Pensy, that's the residency

Consistent currency, my pockets never empty

Some cats believe they MC, but we know they all fraud

Do a show in Philly, n****s wouldn't applaud

Nobody know your record nor who you opening 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 reservoir of the sole proprietor style

Messiah or, the higher law, down with Dice Raw

The matador, shorty connoisseur

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 n****s is ten percent real, ninety percent invented

For a fuckin' record deal, comin' with something 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, seeing the theatrics of Othello

But know the tactics of the PLO

These C-L-O-N-E-S, fess

The phoniest cats is felonious (Word)

Dice Raw, the juvenile lyricist, corner store terrorist

Block trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis

Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique

Leave a n**** shook to the point he won't speak

Never half-assed, always live and direct

On **** private parts or the panty of raw sex

Mad lights I had to black out when fake n****s act out

Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face

All y'all N****s is fake, tryna emulate my style

What grown man? In this game, to me, you're a child

I trained wack MCs 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 domes blown with chrome microphones

It's not your fault, black, just the fact you wasn't shown

Don't come through this like a smurf

Unnatural, it's not from this Earth

Represent, well, I've been like this since birth

And I won't be the last, but I definitely was the first

Dice Raw, big car, Logan Val soldier

Don't come across that line, now pay your cost

Knuckle games or hammer cocked, ain't nothing sweet or soft

Win, lose, or draw, to the jaw, take one

Deranged lyrical launcher or station

No conversation is needed, my task completed

Read a n**** up and down in the cut where I'm seated

Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis, you ignoramuses

Your leg on your lap, when I attack, you're glamorous

Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the right foul

My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style

I breeze through areas n****s would fear to walk in

Balance the talkin', that galactic style is of a Vulcan

Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle

Spill these words that form into a sprinkle

Cat, you're brought up in game of twinkle

My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all n****s

Whether small, middle-sized, or tall n****s

Just sign your name next when I start to X

Giving out flesh pains of death, so fuck a raincheck

The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet

You perceive the lame check, the opposite of same sex

I annihilate your type if you violate

Making your blood rush, your pulse now at a higher rate