The Lesson
The Roots and Dice Raw Lyrics
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My rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin' on deuce trey
And used to boost gray Kangols
With 555 Souls from the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the train
For wealth stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the back
From stray shots
Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas, ya know my style
I run a-motherfuckin'-rap-mok
When Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five foot seven, in command of the party
And scam like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam, 'cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly borough dread
Thoroughbred for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga that boost Polo
Steppin' through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin' over my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before
With this jazz shit, I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school like '84
I never die, and raps 'til my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on time
When I rhyme, my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw (Dice Raw), the motherfuckin' Wild Noid (get on the mic)
Get on the mic and perpetratin' is void (come on)
I leave niggas missin' in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mack, travel 'round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MCs want to flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin' heads off from the seams
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean (haha, haha)
I beat down on they heads like drum machines
Or 808's 'cause my style flows out great
And super-spectac', with all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back cr-crack
Now, do you feel the pain? Of course
I guess you're believin' that I'm insane
When I'm taggin' my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul with lyrics hot
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat styles equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock blast
Niggas know my style, plus they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
Okay, kid, you know my style is buck wild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin' your particular
Flavor that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Riggity-Raw, never take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the wall
Like playin' handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw written on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots to keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut 'em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like Malik
Blunts, so whatcha wanna do? Got beef? Then come get it
If ya don't well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots to keep, my composure
Where I'm from, it's like a whole different world
Hoppin' a train honey dip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile 'cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me, honey, I'm not the one for stressin'
If you want to know better ask BR.O.th.e.r ?
'cause he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy chair
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta here
The lyrics to The Roots and Dice Raw's song The Lesson is about Dice Raw's life growing up and his experiences of rap and graffiti in Philadelphia. The lyrics depict his juvenile days where he used to write graffiti and steal Kangol hats. The song also touches upon the violence present in the streets of Philadelphia, where people are slain on the train for monetary gain, and people get grazed in the back from stray gunshots. The lyrics are versatile, and the rapper's definition of rap is wild. The song gives the listener a glimpse of the lifestyle Dice Raw grew up in and how he tried to navigate it.
Moreover, the song also touches on the rapper's unique style of rap, which is pure and goes against the grain. The lyrics describe the rapper's style as super-spectac with all the raw rap, and his delivery is fast-paced, making it hard to keep up with. Dice Raw also talks about his reputation as a rapper and how he overcomes everything that comes his way. The rapper also describes himself as a thoroughbred do-lo, with a smooth style like Malik Blunts. The song's chorus features Dice Raw and Wild Noid, and they trade verses about their style, composure, and unique rhyme delivery.
Line by Line Meaning
Lyrically versatile
I have a wide range of lyrical skills
My rap definition is wild
My definition of rap is unconventional and unpredictable
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
As a young person, I used to write graffiti
Restin' on deuce trey
Relaxing on 23rd Street
And used to boost gray Kangols
I used to steal gray Kangol hats
With 555 Souls from the streets
I would wear sneakers from a brand called 555 Souls that represented the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane
Of the crazy streets of Philadelphia
For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the train
People are killed on trains for the sake of money
It's homicide
These killings are acts of homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
People go on secret missions to earn money for drugs
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the back
In the alleys, people get shot in the back
From stray shots
From bullets that miss their target
Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or
Bullets with hollow tips that can cause severe damage to the spine
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Stay calm and listen to the rhyme I'm about to deliver
Niggas, ya know my style
You should be familiar with my unique style
I run a-motherfuckin'-rap-mok
I dominate the rap game
When Malik get a U-Haul truck
When Malik gets a U-Haul truck
I stand five foot seven, in command of the party
I am a confident and authoritative presence at the party
And scam like Uncle Sam
I deceive people like the government does
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
I don't get caught up in surveillance or scrutiny
Of your action cam, 'cause I'm down low
I stay under the radar and remain inconspicuous
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
I am an exceptionally skilled rapper who makes money
It's the Philly borough dread
I represent the dreadlocks-wearing community in Philadelphia
Thoroughbred for dolo
I am a purebred and independent artist
I bag solo, like a nigga that boost Polo
I achieve success on my own, just like a person who steals Polo clothing
Steppin' through the corridor, of metaphors
I navigate the world of metaphors skillfully
Lookin' over my left
I'm being cautious and observant
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before
Even though I'm experienced, I still feel a chill of excitement
With this jazz shit, I hit your jaw
My unique style of music surprises and impresses you
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
Dice Raw takes the mic and represents impoverished youth
I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on tour
I am the one who energizes and captivates the crowd during a tour
Surely real to the core, old school like '84
I am authentically true to myself and represent the old school hip-hop era of 1984
I never die, and raps 'til my lungs collapse
I will continue to rap passionately until I physically can't anymore
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Afterwards, I take a break and then continue to make incredible music
Bring it back, on time
I bring back the essence of hip-hop, staying true to its roots
When I rhyme, my rep remain
My reputation remains intact no matter what
Either go against the grain or your ass is found slain
You either challenge the norms or face the consequences
I overcome, niggas want styles then I throw you some
I surpass expectations and provide diverse styles to satisfy listeners
Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son
I demonstrate my skills and completely dominate when I grab the mic
Dice Raw (Dice Raw), the motherfuckin' Wild Noid (get on the mic)
Dice Raw, also known as the Wild Noid, takes control of the microphone
Get on the mic and perpetratin' is void (come on)
Anyone who tries to imitate me on the mic will fail miserably
I leave niggas missin' in action like their dads in the projects
I make people disappear like absent fathers in low-income neighborhoods
My style like an old mack, travel 'round and catch wreck
My style is reminiscent of a vintage pimp, causing havoc wherever I go
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
I am highly skilled and capable of adapting to any situation
Wack MCs want to flex but their styles they bore
Inferior MCs want to show off, but their styles lack interest
Got to know the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
You need to understand the true significance of my exceptional music
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
I cause significant impact, but I never end up in legal trouble
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
I carry a backpack filled with stolen valuables
From the corner store when I let loose more
I steal from the corner store and then release more incredible music
Flavor that's me, rippin' heads off from the seams
I bring a unique flavor to the table, overpowering others with my skills
Niggas didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean (haha, haha)
People couldn't compete with me like Jeru and his hit song 'Come Clean'
I beat down on they heads like drum machines
I metaphorically defeat my opponents with relentless force
Or 808's 'cause my style flows out great
My style is reminiscent of the 808 drum machine and it flows smoothly
And super-spectac', with all the raw rap
I am spectacular and extraordinary with my raw rap style
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back cr-crack
I retrieve a metal chair from my backpack and forcefully strike you with it
Now, do you feel the pain? Of course
You undoubtedly feel the physical and emotional pain I inflict
I guess you're believin' that I'm insane
You might think I'm mentally unstable due to my actions
When I'm taggin' my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I take pride in illegally vandalizing trains with my graffiti tag
I got so much soul with lyrics hot
My lyrics are filled with passion and depth
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
My music is so captivating that it makes people stop, drop, and pay attention
For your ass, fat styles equivalent
I have a plethora of diverse and impressive styles
Of an AIDS infected Glock blast
My styles are as deadly and impactful as a gunshot from an infected weapon
Niggas know my style, plus they know they want more
People are aware of my signature style and crave more of it
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
I receive praise and recognition from local neighborhoods to national landmarks
Okay, kid, you know my style is buck wild literature
You already know that my style is unconventional and unpredictable
That you can never get when I'm thinkin' your particular
You can't anticipate or grasp my style because it's unique to me
Flavor that you want
My style is the flavor that you desire
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
I relax and smoke marijuana during class
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
I have no respect for teachers and I proudly go by the name Dice
Riggity-Raw, never take a bad fall
I always maintain my composure and never experience setbacks
Smack your head up against the wall
I will physically strike you and cause you harm
Like playin' handball, my style's ill
Just like playing handball, my style of rap is impressive and skillful
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw written on my arm
I deliver powerful blows like Hulk Hogan, proudly displaying my name on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
People are familiar with my catchphrase as I dominate and overpower them
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
People should be cautious around me because I can cause significant damage
Ill, gots to keep you in check
I am ill and I will make sure you stay in line
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
I produce intense and demonic beats coupled with aggressive rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the whole nine
People recognize my unique style when I give my all
I beat down punks, cut 'em up into fruit chunks
I physically and metaphorically defeat weak individuals, reducing them to insignificant pieces
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like Malik
Just like a fruit salad, my style is diverse and harmonious like Malik
Blunts, so whatcha wanna do? Got beef? Then come get it
Do you have a problem with me? If so, confront me and let's settle it
If ya don't well then forget it
If you don't have an issue, then let it go
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
My rap style is exceptional and I am a confident and skilled artist
Like niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
Just like men without condoms on stage, I perform without any protection or fear
I gots to keep, my composure
I always maintain control of my emotions and actions
Where I'm from, it's like a whole different world
The environment I come from is vastly different from what most people experience
Hoppin' a train honey dip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
I casually ride a train and effortlessly steal your girlfriend
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
I am the most deceitful and immoral person in my high school class
Juvenile 'cause Jeff McKay could not fade
I behaved recklessly as a youth because I didn't care about the consequences
Don't ask me, honey, I'm not the one for stressin'
Don't seek my advice, sweetheart, as I am not the person to handle stressful situations
If you want to know better ask BR.O.th.e.r ?
If you want accurate information, ask someone else, like BR.O.th.e.r
'cause he know the time like I know the time
BR.O.th.e.r knows what's going on just as much as I do
When I grab the microphone
When I take hold of the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to recline
It feels relaxed and carefree, like a summer day spent lounging
In my La-Z-Boy chair
As if I'm sitting comfortably in my La-Z-Boy chair
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
I am Dice Raw, also known as the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta here
I am leaving this place abruptly and without hesitation
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Ahmir K. Thompson, Antoinne Green, Karl B. Jenkins, Tarik L. Collins
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