Roots - Clones (feat. M.A.R.S. & Dice Raw) lyrics
rate meYeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op<br />
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?<br />
To the clones, we bless the domes<br />
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op<br />
Freestyle all the way son<br />
Dice<br />
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Verse One: M.A.R.S.<br />
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First of all let's talk about these ill capers<br />
And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors<br />
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers<br />
Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya<br />
From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up<br />
cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships<br />
But then the bible never saved shit<br />
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament<br />
You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept<br />
You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product<br />
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya<br />
The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya<br />
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em<br />
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium<br />
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum<br />
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em<br />
I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity<br />
To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake<br />
Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE<br />
With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me<br />
for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats<br />
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat<br />
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home<br />
Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone<br />
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Verse Two: Black Thought<br />
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Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste<br />
Disgrace your date put your title to waste<br />
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild<br />
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency<br />
Consist in currency, my pockets never empty<br />
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud<br />
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud<br />
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for<br />
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door<br />
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure<br />
Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style<br />
messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw<br />
The matador, shorty conniseur<br />
Stompin whatever you build to the floor<br />
Similar to that of a dinosaur<br />
I told you I'm the rap predator<br />
You insist to imitate, what for?<br />
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented<br />
for a fuckin record deal<br />
Comin with somethin veterans can't feel<br />
I hit you like a steel anvil<br />
Because you grafted off the next man's skill<br />
But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello<br />
Run over tactics of the <br />
C-L-O/N-E-S fess<br />
The phoniest cats is felonious (word)<br />
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Verse Three: Dice Raw<br />
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Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist<br />
Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis<br />
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique<br />
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak<br />
Never half-assed, always live and direct<br />
On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex<br />
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out<br />
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face<br />
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style<br />
what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child<br />
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines<br />
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams<br />
of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?<br />
You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw<br />
where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones<br />
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown<br />
You'll come through this like a smurf<br />
I got you rollin stop off the earth<br />
Represent while I been like this since birth<br />
And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first<br />
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier<br />
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Verse Four: Malik B<br />
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Don't come across that line or pay a cost<br />
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft<br />
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one<br />
Deranger lyrical launcher, or station<br />
No conversation is needed, my task completed<br />
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated<br />
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses<br />
You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous<br />
lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl<br />
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style<br />
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in<br />
Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon<br />
Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle<br />
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle<br />
cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle<br />
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz<br />
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz<br />
Just tie your name next when I start to X<br />
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck<br />
The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet<br />
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex<br />
I annihliate your type if you violate<br />
Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate
