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[Verse 1] (Black Thought)Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op'sIt's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ockMy twist like a ratchet in an auto shopSince granddaddy old Desotostopped and he got the CaddieI been gladly servin, any y'allcats wanna act determinedSpit pesticides for rats and verminSeem like none of y'all chumps is learningY'all hopeless, and I'm alittle better than dope isFar from a brand new kid to show bizTryna hold on, maintain my focusComing out the room with a could of smokeSmokers rolling with the punchesI survive and rockCause I keep the crowd aliveAnd the texture of my voiceIs course and kind of hoarse and cutLike I'm throwing a thousand knives[Hook:] (Dice Raw)Party people gather round what we havehere is a brand new soundReach for my waist you hit the groundSongtexteYou better duck when that awful sound goesBoom boom boom boomThats what's happenin in the parking lotBoom boom boom boomThats whats happenin on stage[Verse 2:] (Black Thought impersonating Big Daddy Kane)The man at hand that rule the schoolAnd reach and teach the blind andfind a way from A to ZAnd be the most to boast I'm load and proudThe game and reign that remainThe heat is on so feel the firecome off the empire or theMore higher level of depth one step beyond dopeTo suckers all scope and hope to cop a noteCause I could never let em on top of meI play em out like a game of MonopolyLet it speed around the board like an astroAnd send them to jail for tryna pass goShaking them upBreaking them upTaking no stuffBut it still ain't loud enoughSo quest love let the fire roastSo I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause[Repeat hook] [Verse 3] (Black Thought impersonating Kool G Rap)I'm liveDesign a finer rhyme that's right on timeOne step beynd and not behind the lineThat seperates thought from divineYou can take it as a caution or a warning signLook for antonymsWords I'm sending emHomonyms, synonyms good like M&M'sYou know the time when it's Riq Gees slicingI turn a Mic's last name into TysonMy brain like a factory constantly creatingMaterials stitch by stitch for decorationMy lyrics are fabric the beat is a liningMy passion of rhyming is fashion designingNow it get sorted cause peoplewanna sport it ya bought itIf you didn't then you couldn't afford itPoetry full of surprises it's like a game showAnd my brain goI do my thing yo[Repeat Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania