Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey [bad word] large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the [bad word] 
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Freestyle all the way son
Dice

[Verse One: M.A.R.S.]

First of all let's talk about these ill capers
And fly [bad word] frontin [bad word] that now caught vapors [bad word] up on you with guns, snatchin papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up
cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved [bad word] I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets [bad word] fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin clapped [bad word] ll [bad word] scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like [bad word] helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the [bad word] up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity
To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE
With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that [bad word] and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master [bad word] Savior, never clone

[Verse Two: Black Thought]

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty conniseur
Stompin whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
for a [bad word] record [bad word] with somethin veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of [bad word] over tactics of the
C-L-O/N-E-S fess
The phoniest cats is felonious (word)

[Verse Three: Dice Raw]

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a [bad word] shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and direct
On [bad word] try to punk smell the panty and raw 
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style
what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the [bad word] you think you went home and had bad dreams
of horrifying things, that your [bad word] never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw
where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown [bad word] through this like a smurf
I got you rollin stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

[Verse Four: Malik B]
 [bad word] across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and