Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut
Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut
Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it's that Philly shit
Yo yo, check it out, yo yo

[Chorus: x 2]
You Don't See Us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit no discrept
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check

Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine
It's over head like Omni-verse screen
I'm not the average savage that curse queens
I'm something from his worst dreams

First we handling first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things
Speaking the words of weaklings, nothing but sweet things

Man each world, it ain't no time to recline
Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine
Shine like jewels that spark, swimming with sharks
Never caught speaking to NARC's, that's weak in the parks

I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize
Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise
Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore
Talkin' to this bitch life, had to make her my wife

Live twice, got seven more lives to live
I'm all out, takin' things to the fullest extent
Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent
Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment
Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo

[Chorus: x 2]

The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp
Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk
Who pumps your heart, I made you want to rhyme from the start
You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt

Get off your horse and on your P's and beware
Of images you seein', did deceiving, you're scared
And even more shook up than the scenes that's near
I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore

Who want to piece, well it's Round One, let's begin
I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggas in
I got shit that'll have you begging me to shoot ya
I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor

Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead's knock to the future
Shock like Kurtis, at your service
None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again
y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again

Yo, hard times and sufferin'
What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin'
'Nuff of them untie soldier thespian
But I'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for MC'n

[Chorus: repeat x 2]

Yo, they all around me 'round me
On my head, they got a bounty
I'm tryin' to get this bell up so I can flee your county
Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks

I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks
Niggas price bricks till dawn, if the money is long
Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong
You wrong son, you thought I wasn't droppin' a ton
Sit and think about the way I want to tally a sum

Ah-yo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you
From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you
Dancin' all dolly as you pussy for them folly
I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed

I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations
When my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration
Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you want to take it
Otherwise, fuck you goin' do?

That's what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero
Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe
Raw's takin' over, baby don't tell me you ain't know
A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros

Ya know what I'm sayin', y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like

[Chorus to fade]

Writer : TARIK COLLINS PKA "TRUTTER", ABDUL-BASSIT, JENKINS, POYSER, ROOTS, MALIK SMART, AHMIR THOMPSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS