The Roots, Dice Raw - Diedre vs. Dice lyrics

Yo, look at all the scavengers
All wannabe contenders
Dismember, wack niggas I intend ta
Y'all ain't shit but sticky shit
On the bottom of Timber lands
I know you clam heads wanna surrender
Don't even act like the battlefield
The place you wanna enter
Yo niggas is hopeless
You really need to focus
On who's the fuckin dopelist
Or wind up hopeless
Looking for some soup, trying to recoup
Some fuckin loot
Only thing you get is the boot
To me these punk MC's is nothing but fruit
Cakes, shake they booty on stage and get head
With lyrics that I kick
Talking that bullshit
You might get lit like a front of a spliff
For running
Off at the lips talking that nonsense
Raw get on stage, take your confidence
Break you off since powerful defense