เพลง The Lesson Pt. 3

Well it's the raw regees

Thoroughbred from philly

My name black thought

My girl's the black lilies

Some people try to front like

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I ain't feeling it

Really

But that's silly 'cuz how the f**k you can't feel me

When I first felt it

I knew it had to be dealt wit

A lot of ice grilling in the house got melted

Some tried to put up a fight but they was helpless

You ain't try to turn that loose

You too selfish

Gimme that

Guess who bringing the 'get busy' back

Women say the sound of my voice

The afro disiac

E me and when I'm in your town

Come see me

'The real world' for real

This ain't your mtv

The illest innervisions since stevie on wax

My vocal like serve o forty eight tracks

The fact of the matter is a matter of fact

That it's the black thought

Controlling like ike turner

You wanna get wise

You best to be a fast learner

Or just relax and peep how it's done

And boogie ya a*s to what's about to come because

The lesson

Now it's now

We close shop

We got it locked

It's over now

Aiyyo

Dice's flows hit idiots like crossbows

Knock 'em out the atlas

Push 'em off the atlas

I'm laughing

Looking down from off top the totem

Hop off my pedestal

Grab my scrotum

Aiyyo

Y'all n***as ain't f**king wit this s**t

I told 'em

Aiyyo

Y'all ain't f**king wit the roots crew

I told 'em

The rap is a riot

Yeah 'cuz my family bouncing

Soon as the name

Dice raw is announced in

The arena

The grass is greener on the other side

I hit the stores

Twenty five thousand die

Now tell who the best in off the top in the world

I'll give you a hint

The same guy that's f**king your girl

I just didn't have parents

The roots found me in the trash

But still a n***a got a lot of class

Trick wit my pinky finger up off the glass

Keep talking s**t

Homeboy

That's your a*s

The lesson

Now it's now

We close shop

We got it locked

It's over now

It's just the simple part of the game

I guess it's just the art of the scam

Check for your soul 'cuz it departed again

Militant is atomic

You fall from the sky just like a comet

Move out 'til the bottom of my shoes out

How many tracks do you 'bout

How many of these n***as you doubt

How many of these ladies making you shout

You on a mission

So listen to this

Ask yourself what condition is this

I rap on a satellite disk

You gotta like this

Asking me about the way that I stroll

About the way I enfold in scrambling mode

You're like that

Don't bark

Cat

Bite back

What up

Blood

Is things still the same in the hood

While I sit

I gotta get dub and wish I could plug

They thoughts'll leave 'em stiff in the mud

You wannabe thug

In section eight

Houses were hush up under the rug

The s**t I spit is humming wit slugs

Get soaked in the suds

The lesson

Now it's now

We close shop

We got it locked

It's over now

The lesson

Now it's now

We close shop

We got it locked

It's over now

The lesson

Now it's now

We close shop

We got it locked

It's over now