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    "Brain Softener" Lyrics

    Dice Raw

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    [Verse 1]
    Since I been peein' straight, striaght crime's been my mindstate
    Proud to be a petty thief ever since four feet
    But I make dis records so rappers would have to advance
    And stop wearin' the same corny watches and leather pants
    Psych, I don't give a fuck, rock your ice
    Just don't step out of line or you'll get rocked by Dice
    I toured around the world like Tina and Ike
    Brought the house down in Sicily and Milan
    Fucked all types of women like your sister and mom
    Ask around your breakfast table, you'll say "Raw's the bomb"
    Slow down son, you can't go one round with Dice, dude
    I make clowns like you bow down like Ice Cube
    Women, I make 'em feel like they gave birth to God
    Grip 'em by their pigtails, make 'em slurp the rod
    Catch a Mack-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks
    Cut a priest off at the funeral to rock shit

    Nigga I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin'
    Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'
    Talkin' all that shit like you can get some
    You just a sucka, you can't get a fuckin' crumb
    Man I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin'
    Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'
    Talkin' all that shit like you can get some
    You just a sucka, and can't get a fuckin' crumb

    [Verse 2]
    I ain't lettin' niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp
    I'm drunk on power, I don't feel the weed or the champ'
    Voices like a million watts pumpin' out, goin' amped
    Hit niggas bang pow to the moon like Ralph Kramp
    Once I'm there, carve the moon into a pair of dice
    Or put a star in a jelly jar and use it for a night light
    Give it to my daughter, bomb your headquarters
    It's Dice, here I am rare despite all denial
    Just raw ass lyrics, no self-proclaimed titles
    Whip out what I'm concealin', then aim for survival
    Seein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful
    Dice is raw, there ain't no mistakin'
    Me against y'all is like Santa against Satan
    When I say y'all, I mean y'all suckas that be rappin'
    You're soft like satin from hard skull crackin', aiyyo


    [Verse 3]
    So MCs that want to battle, step up reluctantly
    If Jesus could rap, He couldn't fuck with me

    (beat stops, thunder rolls, beeps and buzzes)

    Yo, yo what the fuck is that? Aiyyo, what happened to the beat?
    What's goin' on in there, man?

    Hey Dice, man what the fuck are you in there doin', man?
    The fuckin' board's smokin'; there's all this type of fire and shit, man.
    I know your budget's not gonna cover this shit, man.
    This session is shut down!

    [Verse 4: Dice Raw as God]
    Dice! You dare blasphemy against thy Lord?
    I can do anything, even rhyme!

    The builder and destroyer of all worlds
    Creator of man, woman, girl
    Some call Me Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah
    I can start a beginnin', or endin', it's over
    On Earth's first day alive there was darkness
    Shape was worthless, I gave this small planet purpose
    Breathed life into the surface
    And created every beast in the sea
    Feast eyes on the Son of God for thou souls to free
    Since the Garden of Eden, I told men believe in
    Thou Lord, and never worship falseships and act accord
    But always, serpents slither across floors
    Everything that is, always has been, always will be
    A chill in your bones is how you feel me
    At the end, when the moon turns blood and the sun blackens
    Great men of the world running wonder what's happenin'
    The sky'll part
    And where I once said "Let there be light," I'll say "Let there be dark"
    After the lamb's spoken, last seal's broken
    Trumpets sound, last men on Earth found chokin'
    For these events not to take place, you're hopin'
    Balls of energy fly from my hands explodin'
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Michael Marshall, Marcus Miller, Adrian Misiewicz, Thomas Reichold, Luther R. Vandross.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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