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[Chorus] Once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain Ladies and Gentlemen Once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain Yo, adrenaline [Dice Raw] Yo, I'm in the eye of the storm where the pressure's on And MC's are dressed funny like a leprichaun Letras de cancionesI chop rappers like chicken suizceiun Send a squad off like a slave auction Yo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I'll make your seed to an orphan Yo, my agent have to break equation Niggas want some? I hit 'em with a portion Son of fifth foursome, armed at the door, son In milita, Dice Raw quick draw, son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and Gentlemen, select a weapon at the gate Upon enterting The Roots' instruemtalin' Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit 'em like The L on 60th and Market South Philly click will hold it til a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and braclets Split back, just like we the therapist Adrenaline, fifth mic terrorist Once again [Chorus] [Malik B] Nigga, nigga, niggas tryin' to get a grip Bu still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to erupt You get to know me, you'll poke me slowly When caught fussin' Some niggas thoguht they was, when of course they wasn't Punked 'em with the dozen The pellets all in they skellet Transform from the norm, start the brainstorm Yeah, Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sings to lay on I'm trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls Shouts to armour and ??? whose name Jahlil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand in Demandin', taking you back like Knots Landing And Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo, what what what what what what the...? I get wicked on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet But still I rock once again [Chorus] [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mac and we held 'em, like hostages Rappers see me hide they face, like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sasuages Under water rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly, baby, that's where that raw shit is You get blown out the sky once you get talkin' it Hey, take the vibe raw, I fathered it And when you see me on the street don't bother kid Just be on your merry way or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin' what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like you gettin' carpeted You need a special kind of mic, for retarded kids Me against you's like Kang vs. The Partridges Wanna battle? change your name to the forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, faced to face with raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters Once again [Chorus] [Beanie Seagal] They used to talk shit, but I'm a quiet 'em Kick in the door with my boys, stick to fryin' 'em First nigga that flinch, I'm a fire him Tape him up, grip his hands, and plyer them Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin' 'em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin' in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin' 'em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin' him Paid a front row seats, watchin' Iverson First class air crash when I'm flyin' in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars that I'm drivin' 'em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin' 'em Run all up in yo' spot with Rob and 'em Grew up, two-four, with Pry and 'em But do my dirt, twenty first, with Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother knews, nigga schooled Marly Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin' 'em I know shit right now gettin' dark to them Tore their body all up, ain't no chalkin' 'em To sharp for them, move out in the dark on 'em These Illadel' foul streets when I'm stompin' 'em [Chorus] From Letras Mania