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[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 shit. Now everybody tryin' to sound like everybody else [Chorus x4: scratch - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II'] "I'm I'll versatile, with the skill no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw" [Verse 1: Apathy] It's like I conjured demons Got bitches 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 motherfuckers 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 SongtexteThis verse is hot as fire, breathin' dragon's verses I hate to burst your bubble but you faggots 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 skill 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 Fuckin' 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 death 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 Death 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 skill 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 bitch Big Chino is known to be a wild kid Y'all refuse to get tested You know, that [?] shit Where ever there's drama I'm a fly and find the fucker Beat him in the face till he's ugly like Usher's baby's mama I pray for your death and I pray that I'm the cause of it Idiot, killin' 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 skills 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 ass 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' bitches 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 Shit out a cork screw My writtens are displayed inside of Egyptian pantheons Chino is bananas I spit potassium 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 skill 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' shit the fuck down Buckwild. D.I.T.C. Forever and ever motherfucker Aus Songtexte Mania