Artist: Dice Raw Album: Reclaiming the Dead Song: Brain Softener Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Verse 1] Since I been peein' straight, striaght crime's been my mindstate Proud to be a petty thief ever since four feet But I make dis records so rappers would have to advance And stop wearin' the same corny watches and leather pants Psych, I don't give a fuck, rock your ice Just don't step out of line or you'll get rocked by Dice I toured around the world like Tina and Ike Brought the house down in Sicily and Milan Fucked all types of women like your sister and mom Ask around your breakfast table, you'll say "Raw's the bomb" Slow down son, you can't go one round with Dice, dude I make clowns like you bow down like Ice Cube Women, I make 'em feel like they gave birth to God Grip 'em by their pigtails, make 'em slurp the rod Catch a Mack-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks Cut a priest off at the funeral to rock shit [Chorus] Nigga I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin' Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin' Talkin' all that shit like you can get some You just a sucka, you can't get a fuckin' crumb Man I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin' Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin' Talkin' all that shit like you can get some You just a sucka, and can't get a fuckin' crumb [Verse 2] I ain't lettin' niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp I'm drunk on power, I don't feel the weed or the champ' Voices like a million watts pumpin' out, goin' amped Hit niggas bang pow to the moon like Ralph Kramp Once I'm there, carve the moon into a pair of dice Or put a star in a jelly jar and use it for a night light Give it to my daughter, bomb your headquarters It's Dice, here I am rare despite all denial Just raw ass lyrics, no self-proclaimed titles Whip out what I'm concealin', then aim for survival Seein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful Dice is raw, there ain't no mistakin' Me against y'all is like Santa against Satan When I say y'all, I mean y'all suckas that be rappin' You're soft like satin from hard skull crackin', aiyyo [Chorus] [Verse 3] So MCs that wanna battle, step up reluctantly If Jesus could rap, He couldn't fuck with me (beat stops, thunder rolls, beeps and buzzes) Yo, yo what the fuck is that? Aiyyo, what happened to the beat? What's goin' on in there, man? Hey Dice, man what the fuck are you in there doin', man? The fuckin' board's smokin'; there's all this type of fire and shit, man. I know your budget's not gonna cover this shit, man. This session is shut down! [Verse 4: Dice Raw as God] Dice! You dare blasphemy against thy Lord? I can do anything, even rhyme! The builder and destroyer of all worlds Creator of man, woman, girl Some call Me Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah I can start a beginnin', or endin', it's over On Earth's first day alive there was darkness Shape was worthless, I gave this small planet purpose Breathed life into the surface And created every beast in the sea Feast eyes on the Son of God for thou souls to free Since the Garden of Eden, I told men believe in Thou Lord, and never worship falseships and act accord But always, serpents slither across floors Everything that is, always has been, always will be A chill in your bones is how you feel me At the end, when the moon turns blood and the sun blackens Great men of the world running wonder what's happenin' The sky'll part And where I once said "Let there be light," I'll say "Let there be dark" After the lamb's spoken, last seal's broken Trumpets sound, last men on Earth found chokin' For these events not to take place, you're hopin' Balls of energy fly from my hands explodin'