Artist: The Roots f/ Dice Raw Album: ...And Then You Shoot Your Cousin Song: Black Rock Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (Black Rock) [Dice Raw] Yo what's for breakfast? Same as yesterday Oh, that's right - cheeseburger and a 40 ounce Then what's for dinner? Nothing, nigga! But last night I had dreams of a porterhouse Fo' real fo' real I feel like, cattle in a slaughterhouse But fuck that, throw one up, yo here's a quarter ounce It ain't no hydro, but it gets you high doe Them niggaz look like cops but what the fuck do I know? [Chorus: Dice Raw] At the end of this tunnel, it's red and blue lights Guess you pay the price, seem you never do right One thing I know all I did is wrong Maybe there ain't nowhere I belong The only thing in front of me is a bullet in the head They're hopin one day that they find me dead 'til then I make a place in this world For me and my baby girl - yeah yeah! [Black Thought] Yo, the dead drop way until the A.M Mumbo Jumbo niggaz onomatopoeian Call it how I see 'em, ain't no rhyme or reason I'm in some different bullshit everyday just like per diem I done been with, with animal anguish So love no bitch, die rich as the language Guilty of sin, dependin on the reeds shakin in the wind Just a question never answered out here lookin on its end [Chorus]