Styles Ain’t Raw

[Intro] [Apathy talking]:

Yeah, you know we came up on an era where everybody was original.

Had to have their own style and ****. Now everybody tryin' to sound like everybody else.

[Scratch Chorus]: [x4]

"I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw" - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II'

[Verse One] [Apathy]:

It's like I conjured demons

Got *****es at my concert screamin'

Like a naval recruiter they truly want the *****/sea men

Rip MCs at the seams leaved 'em stomped as cement

I bring these ************s hell if they don't repent

Give 'em aneurysms when I start usin' big words

So I speak to 'em real simple to 'em like Big Bird

This has been brought to you by the letter "A"

Better pray you get away when I let Beretta's spray

Get erased, get replaced real quick in this rap biz

Like the long answers on a second grade math quiz

Stick to simplifying for you simple minded Simple Simons

This is simple science when I spit it's signifying

That my spit is flyin'

I could spit shine the sun's surface

This verse is hot as fire, breathin' dragon's verses

I hate to burst your bubble but you ******s been bottle fed

Noddin' your noggins to what I'm sayin' like bobble heads

So boggle your mind and crack a bottle of wine

Over your dome till your skull is at the bottom of your spine

So **** you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes

If Jesus Christ read my notebook then God will go blind

[Scratch Chorus]: [x4]

"I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw" - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II'

[Verse Two] [Celph Titled]:

When I speak it's a problem

I'm a beast and a goblin

****in' a MILF that closely resembles Marie Osmond

And I've been

Layin' in the cut mind controllin' elephants

Stab your face with a tusk, orchestrator of death

I am a black reverend

Monitor your stats, it's all you need is Monistat 7

Singin' +Eye Of The Tiger+ but you in eyeliner

Mile high club, flight attendent goin' down on a guy sky diver

In 2-0-9 I function 500 rounds

I'm dumpin' a Gatling gun to your dome

We act like dynamite inside a pumpkin

Sadistic appendages

My whole body's evil

Havin' fun with two guns hittin' like

"Some double desert eagles" - Gang Starr 'You Know My Steez'

We cop cars that look like cop cars

And got heli-copters to zero in on hella cop car

And send a missile at ya official tissue

Cause your track sound gayer than the +Mr. Wendell+ instrumental

Detrimental to your squad

I'll distance members and dis-member body parts

And gift rap 'em for this December

Death is the plan

You will meet Ed McMahon when I clear you out

Cause bombs that I Publish be Clearing House

[Scratch Chorus]: [x4]

"I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw" - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II'

[TV Show sample]:

Look! Up in the sky. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...

[Verse Three] [Chino XL}:

The Puerto Rican Superhero!

Yo, I'm angry like my momma just beat me with a switch

Madder than Nick Cannon when Eminem be dissin' his *****

Big Chino is known to be a wild kid

Y'all refuse to get tested

You know, that ? ****

Where ever there's drama I'ma fly and find the ******

Beat him in the face till he's ugly like Usher's baby's mama

I pray for your death and I pray that I'm the cause of it

Idiot, killin' a blind man with his own walkin' stick

Mind quickest simpliest riddles

I wittle all arithmetics

I memorize ridiculous, I can hypnotize a hypnotist

Spittin' less than 33 ounces, still considered a liter/leader

My skills are far fetched like a Labrador Retriever

I mean I, keep a lot of *****

Only rivaled by the Gods of Mars

Watchin' Mya's ass shake on Dance With The Stars

My foes plot against me

My verbal molest and deserve to be put in chairs of electric

Like Roman Polansky

I put that I target artists on my resume

And place them in puddles of blood you can see 80 miles away

Your survival is decided by which side of the bed I wake up on

Worship the works of the wordsmith like it was a cross

My effect on women is hard to explain

I can piss on they head and convince them that it's rain

I'm vain

My six pack makin' *****es love me more

Get out of line and get punched like you S****** on The Jersey Shore

My raw thoughts are awful

I'm so twisted I could eat an iron nail and

**** out a cork screw

My writtens are displayed inside of Egyptian pantheons

Chino is bananas

I spit potassium and calcium and ummm

You ain't feelin' my spillings? Only a minor loss

Cause I am bad to the bone like a rotting corpse

My word a monologue

Keep rappers scared to go up in the booth

Like it's Magic Johnson's wife's vagina raw

[Scratch Chorus]: [x4]

"I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw" - Dice Raw 'The Lesson Part II'

[Outro] [Celph Titled talking]:

Yeah. The coalition of the spoken word crack cookers.

Celph Titled. Apathy. Chino XL. Shuttin' **** the **** down.

Buckwild. D.I.T.C. Forever and ever ************.