| Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut
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| Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut
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| Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it’s that Philly shit
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| Yo yo, check it out, yo yo
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| You Don’t See Us, but we see you
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| You stuck on sleep, get on your P’s and Q’s
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| Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept
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| You know the rep, we keep the flows in check
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| Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine
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| It’s over head like Omniverse screen
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| I’m not the average savage that curse queens
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| I’m something from his worst dreams
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| First we handling first things, I’m subsurface un-seen
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| Grat’ll hold planet by purse strings
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| MC’s are earthlings, not built to hurt things
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| Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things
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| Man each world, it ain’t no time to recline
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| Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine
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| Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks
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| Never caught speakin to NARC’s, that’s weak in the parks
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| I’m the type to sit back and analyze the prize
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| Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise
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| Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore
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| Talkin to this (bitch) life, had to make her my wife
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| Live twice, got seven more lives to live
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| I’m all out, takin things to the fullest extent
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| Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent
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| Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment
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| Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo
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| The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp
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| Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that’s on the hunt for conk
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| Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start
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| You should be more alert, then you wouldn’t get hurt
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| Get off your horse and on your P’s and beware
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| Of images you seein, did deceiving, you’re scared
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| And even more shook up than the scenes that’s near
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| I’m Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore
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| Who wanna piece, well it’s Round One, let’s begin
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| I got a gun that’s don’t bust, it just suck niggaz in
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| I got shit that’ll have you beggin me to shoot ya
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| I’m the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor
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| Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead’s knock to the
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| Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service
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| None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again
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| Y’all clueless to what the fuck is up again
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| Yo, hard times and sufferin
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| What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin
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| 'Nuff of them? |
| untie? |
| soldier thespian
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| But I’m from the next e-on, supreme being that’s unseen for MC’n
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| Yo, they all around me 'round me
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| On my head, they got a bounty
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| I’m tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county
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| Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks
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| I’m sharper than rough spoons for icepicks
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| Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long
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| Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong
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| You wrong son, you thought I wasn’t droppin a ton
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| Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum
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| Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you
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| From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you
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| Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly
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| I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed
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| I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations
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| WHen my name said out loud, you’ll lose your concentration
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| Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it
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| Otherwise, fuck you gon' do?
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| That’s what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero
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| Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe
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| Raw’s takin over, baby don’t tell me you ain’t know
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| A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros
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| Namsayin, y’all know the legendary Roots crew, it’s like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't See Us , by - The Roots. Song from the album Things Fall Apart, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп