(feat. Dice Raw)



[Black Thought]

Ayo I'm just a lyracist, marijuana commenced

My personna is blissed, the most pure connoisseur

Of literature, that beast on the mic, like a dinosaur

Making y'all want more as we enter the encore

Kid I'm every MC, it's all in me

For all eternity I represent in southern Philly

Indeed as I thought I proceed and make MC's bleed

Fake MC's need to take heed

The essence of my presence is a seed

Kid I got styles you wouldn't believe

?Impress my rap league?

The Roots poetic and you're pathetic

I'm laughing at MC's paragraph, illiterates can't read

Or can't seem to conceive, or construct a product

That don't suck, but record companies do not give a FUCK

That's why forever after you will hear the laughter

As I flip the rap chapter you'll be on your back after

It's the master microphone magician

Do work that make the people listen

Thoughts in mind glisten as your rhyme's missing

Hold tight, let's do this right

Cause I can see we got a lot of MC's that need insight tonight

It's like...



[vocally scratched by Rahzel] "Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me"



[Malik B]

Now if your vision's still blurry, I'm a underline the turns

Flip the page, synonyms, your minimum, wage

So I's a cash it, Black Thought, my squad so niggas blast it

In sections, no questions get asked

Still no sequel, equality means equal

Cause equality is we

I enter your dimension with my tension

Cause I rhyme in such a non-tense, niggas will mind this

Illadelphiatic, my culture might approach ya when I distort to static

If it's drama let's have it

Broke, you're selling coke, then you know my staff will grab it

Then drive off in traffic, with the paper mathematic

But back to the topic, The Roots dropping shit upon your optic

Quite clever, like the right weather

Every (every) body (body) it's not like the Hills of Beverly

These creeps you niggas never see

Get the picture? Here's a mixture of a medly

Peace to the players on Smedely

Baby, they say weak threats and you wonder what's next



[vocally manipulated by Rahzel] "Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me"



[Dice Raw]

One time, for the mind when I exact

The lyrical styles of a contact like karate

I'm driving down the streets in a Mazeratti pimping your hottie

I'm living snotty, buying the clothes of John Gotti

An ill brother, want to test me kid? I'm an ill nigga

Wear only Tommy Illfiger, so go figure

I'm a bad brother, word to mother

You can never touch me with lyrics that's sloppy

I'm like a prophet and you can't stop me

I prohecy my prophecil is prophecized by D.Z.

I see he, R-A-W, who the fuck are you?

Any other way I roast your ass at a barbeque

Split Skittles, my dick on you will get split from your toes to

Your wig, aww shit, here comes Dice Raw

The kid who never took a bad fall

On "The Lesson," rapping is my profession

You can never censor me out with parental discretion

Lyrically I get toxic with rappers

My nuclear weapon a missle, keep it over my back

In a holster, pimping the wack MC's like hoes to

I'm broke like your mom's toaster

You can't fade me or degrade me, lyrically I get excellent, B

You want to reach my planet where I'm hard like granite?

Packing motherfuckers up, and freaky like Janet

You could never touch me, son

When I always represent and get the job done

Logan Valley represent, peace to my niggas M.A.R.S.

I'm hitting you over your head making you see stars

So back up, don't make me act up, you'll get smacked up

Physically backed up and sold to grey bands in Southville

Well I mean Northville

I get ill, and I kill at WILL!



[Rahzel does his thing] "Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me"



[scratched by the one and only Rahzel] "Dice riggedy Raw!"