Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op

KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?

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 ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors

Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin 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 shit

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 fuckin fail ya

The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya

But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em

Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium

Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum

Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em

I'm lookin at this niggaz 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 bitch 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 title to waste

Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild

Illadelph Isle Pensy,