Coming Out Hard

Lyrics

[Hook - Dice Raw] We coming Coming out hard We coming Coming out hard We coming Coming out hard We coming [Verse 1 - Truck North] Knocking at your door, who is it? You know it ain't the cops, they don't knock this vicious Drama at your door that could pop it off the hinges "Northside, hi - I'm here to pay your broad a visit" Talk it while I live it And due to the heat, most flee from the kitchen I don't leave for a minute That's why I'm so immersed in the verse It's like I spent a few lifetimes on rehearse As bad goes to worse, like an ambulance to hearse Niggas pray I won't find them, so I'm headed to the church Paper like a file clerk, all a nigga wants So the work that I does gets them all on the nuts Homes, I've been clutch since the pre-game I'm Einstien to pea brains Me to them is like a stab wound to bee stings Blowin' killa, drinkin' absinthe, seein' things Cold lay a sucka down like a box spring [Bridge: Dice Raw] Fuck the bullshit, and all facades Never fear man, only fear God Spare my words, but never spare the rod We coming, and coming out hard [Hook:] [Verse 2 - Black Thought] Check it out The following is paid programming Presented by the leader of them ice-cold cannons We putting out another life-long anthem I'm singing y'all the news kind of like slow jamming Blood on the palette of the black Jack Pollock The ballot of the last rock-solid, soul-tronic Yo, either you got it or you don't got it Withdraw or deposit, to the satchel in the closet It's logic, a penny saved is a penny earned Y'all niggas looking plenty lazy so give me yearn Before the acid reflux from the semi burn It's the Money Making Jam Boys with the grand return Ain't nothing changed, I'm deranged and I'm hostile Thinking about emcees nowadays, laughing out loud They got me feeling like a stranger in Moscow Product of that Krush Groove, Beat Street and Wild Style [Hook:] [Verse 3 - STS] Kush keep me level headed, pussy keep me on my job Mushing with my dogs to win it all like the Iditarod Symbol like a synagogue, I don't want your demi-god Take me to your leader, got the heater to your head nod I smoke the green glob, Jam Boy mean mob Clip paper trip, joint looking like a bean-pod Yeah, you know the team's hot, Shawn on them bitches Money making in the moniker, the name about business Listen, pay attention this that Illadelph rendition Of that baller G shit, whatchu' know about it pimpin' That's that Cadillac, wood grain, candy paint dripping On the slow, southern leanin', gold Dayton, lane switching They ain't see the vision of me revving up the engine A nigga coming harder than a head-on collision Mack truck, verse a prism when I'm smoking that forbidden Consider this fair warning from the Jam Boy commission, niggas [Bridge:] + [Hook:] [Verse 4 - Dice Raw] I use your girlfriend's ass for an 808 Then a second-story window for my great escape I'm a Taurus, my Chinese zodiac is the snake They feed me hate, yeah, they like to slop it on my plate I eat it up, and then I shit in everybody's face These new rappers' voice sounding faint And I be screaming at the top of my lungs when I hear something fake I love hip hop, but I dream of killing the whole race Say "what it do?" - I say "get the fuck out my face" My names Dice, yeah, my heart's like a block of ice And my thoughts, scary like the Poltergeist My life told in the next Zeitgeist Living the high life, every man's got his And I got my price, definitely high price I'm in the limelight, large beyond hype Sight beyond sight, problems on sight [Bridge:] + [Hook:]