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:
  
   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 B-L-O
   D-C-L-O, N-E-S fess
   The phoniest cats is felonius, 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
   My cones get they domes blown with cloned 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 Logon's Isle so draw
  
   Verse Four:
  
   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