The Roots Clones Lyrics

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey a__ large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the f___?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Freestyle all the way son
Dice

Verse One: M.A.R.S.

First of all let's talk about these ill capers
And fly a__ frontin b____es that now caught vapors
n____z run up on you with guns, s_____in papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up
cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved s___
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets f___in fail ya
The way n____z be gettin clapped s___'ll f___in scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em
n____z scared, can't stand still, like f___in helium
Fake n____z, they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the f___ up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin at this n____z longevity
To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE
With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that b____ and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Verse Two: Black Thought

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your t__le to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly n____z wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty conniseur
Stompin whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what for?
Superstar n____z is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
for a f___in record deal
Comin with somethin veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello
Run over tactics of the
C-L-O/N-E-S fess
The phoniest cats is felonious (word)

Verse Three: Dice Raw

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a n____ shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-a__ed, always live and direct
On b____es try to punk smell the panty and raw s__
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake n____z act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all n____z is fake, tryin to emulate my style
what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the f___ you think you went home and had bad dreams
of horrifying things, that your a__ never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw
where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a smurf
I got you rollin stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

Verse Four: Malik B

Don't come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer c___ed ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task completed
Read a n____ up and down in the cut where I'm seated
s_____ you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas n____z would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek a__ will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all n____z
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall n____z
Just tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so f___ a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same s__
I annihliate your type if you violate
Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate