Verse One: 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, niggaz is slain on the train
   It's homicide
   For wealth stealth missions for crack
   In the alleyways, where niggaz 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
   Niggaz ya know my style
   I run a--motherfuckin-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 glass 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 nigga that boost Polo
   Steppin through the corridor, of metaphors
   Lookin over my left
   Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before
   With this jazz shit I hit your jaw
   Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
   I be the nigga 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 ass is found slain
   I overcome, niggaz want styles then I throw you some
   Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son
   Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild Noid
   Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
  
   Verse Two: Dice Raw
  
   Ya leave niggaz missin 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 skill no more
   Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
   Got to know the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
   I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
   With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
   From the corner store when I let loose more
   Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the seams
   Niggaz 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 niggaz stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
   For your ass, fat styles equivalent
   of an AIDS infected Glock blast
   Niggaz 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 class
   Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
   Nigga 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
   Niggaz know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
   Niggaz better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
   Ill, gots ta keep you in check
   With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
   Niggaz 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 niggaz 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'ma snatch your squirrel
   Most corrupt, motherfucker 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 fuck up outta here