[Verse 1] (Black Thought)   Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's   It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock   My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop   Since granddaddy old Desoto   stopped and he got the Caddie   I been gladly servin, any y'all   cats wanna act determined   Spit pesticides for rats and vermin   Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning   Y'all hopeless, and I'm a   little better than dope is   Far from a brand new kid to show biz   Tryna hold on, maintain my focus   Coming out the room with a could of smoke   Smokers rolling with the punches   I survive and rock   Cause I keep the crowd alive   And the texture of my voice   Is course and kind of hoarse and cut   Like I'm throwing a thousand knives      [Hook:] (Dice Raw)   Party people gather round what we have   here is a brand new sound   Reach for my waist you hit the ground   You better duck when that awful sound goes   Boom boom boom boom   Thats what's happenin in the parking lot   Boom boom boom boom   Thats whats happenin on stage      [Verse 2:] (Black Thought impersonating Big Daddy Kane)   The man at hand that rule the school   And reach and teach the blind and   find a way from A to Z   And be the most to boast I'm load and proud   The game and reign that remain   The heat is on so feel the fire   come off the empire or the   More higher level of depth one step beyond dope   To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note   Cause I could never let em on top of me   I play em out like a game of Monopoly   Let it speed around the board like an astro   And send them to jail for tryna pass go   Shaking them up   Breaking them up   Taking no stuff   But it still ain't loud enough   So quest love let the fire roast   So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause      [Repeat hook]       [Verse 3] (Black Thought impersonating Kool G Rap)   I'm live   Design a finer rhyme that's right on time   One step beynd and not behind the line   That seperates thought from divine   You can take it as a caution or a warning sign   Look for antonyms   Words I'm sending em   Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's   You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing   I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson   My brain like a factory constantly creating   Materials stitch by stitch for decoration   My lyrics are fabric the beat is a lining   My passion of rhyming is fashion designing   Now it get sorted cause people   wanna sport it ya bought it   If you didn't then you couldn't afford it   Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show   And my brain go   I do my thing yo      [Repeat Hook]