Go, uhh, bounce This is for all my live people That wanna hear some live shit Uh, this for you, ha All my live bitches, what the fuck up? My live niggas
raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And no words from cash mouth is fixin' Ready with dope **** I'm ever dissin' My aura of war is raw to the core
Talib Kweli: Yeah Hi Tek... Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes That the destroyers
tonight Ha, ha, ha, what uh-huh There is such a place that creates such a melody Brooklyn No ladies, it's a living dream It's a living dream, it's a living
secret war inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains
without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish And after being warned, to still attack, is stupid People who are that stupid just don't deserve to live
all Cuz I ain't on the clock for talk The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for sure Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more The General,
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it Capricorn, Aquarius Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods They say I be living the role
from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it Capricorn, Aquarius Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods They say I be living the role,
[Chorus - Dice Raw] Days are living fast, moves in misery You got a song you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing
through tape decks and prisma colored markers, Invade your space like feathers from down parka's, We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living
[Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Paris] Yes, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier
up the spot like Plastique Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak Never half-assed, always live and direct On bitches try to punk smell, the panty and raw
blackness Then I act this way the beast unleashed Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace But it's deceased now only lives the true realance Open up the mental deaths
like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh pass the gate Written at the entrance violate A straight death sentence to live Yuh
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo,
's all I'm here for, therefore When death declares war, you know what to prepare for Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta Live on your station