Released: May 19, 2014

Featuring: Greg Porn Dice Raw

Songwriter: Greggory Bradsher David Simpson Black Thought Greg Porn Dice Raw

Producer: Richard Nichols The Wurxs Black Thought ?uestlove

[Intro: Dice Raw]
Never understand

[Hook: Dice Raw]
People ask for God, 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shaking his head, say, "He'll never understand"
People ask for God, 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shakes his head then he says, "Man'll never understand"

[Bridge: Dice Raw]
He'll never understand, never understand
Never understand

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Gravedigger, dig a hole that fit a black nigga
My body's stiff as a Madame Tussaud's wax figure
My transformation: a caterpillar from crack dealer
And backpedaller was no less, than spectactular
Yeah I was trappin' money, flippin' like a spatula
Now put that sucker in a box like Dracula
I led the devil in a dance
An electric slide across the line I drew up in the sand
Dead, ended, love is like a harlequin's romance
Lost between sips of liquor, that empty bottle in my hands
It was a shot away, but I never got away
Dreamed a little dream of me but that was an anomaly
Yo, people ask for God

[Hook: Dice Raw]
People ask for God, 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shaking his head, say "He'll never understand"
People ask for God 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shakes his head then he says, "Man'll never understand"

[Verse 2: Greg Porn]
Holy, sugar, honey ice tea
I guess that's a prayer for a player like me
In my church clothes, breaking buds on the Bible
The sweet temptation of my granddaddy's rifle
Got me thinking 'bout doing a jihad with these guys
Who only true religion look better than Levi's
Who baptize glasses with beers and blood stain
You preaching to the choir, that praise the drug game
Hallelujah, 'til the cops cuff me in the back of a cruiser
Or the fire truck wash my soul down the sewer
I count my blessings
And blow it on a nun to resurrect my erection
I pray, I pray all dogs go to Heaven
Or to a new hell with a Wi-Fi connection
So I can pay for my sins on PayPal
Or own a holy ghost, a greyhound

[Hook: Dice Raw]
People ask for God, 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shaking his head, say "He'll never understand"
People ask for God, 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shakes his head then he says, "Man'll never understand"

The Roots

The world’s premiere hip-hop band, The Roots were formed in Philadelphia in 1987 by MC Tariq “Black Thought” Trotter and drummer and bandleader Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson. Since those early days, the band has weathered changes in personnel and record labels while performing hundreds of shows a year and releasing a string of well-regarded (if not always top-selling) albums.

While the musicianship of Thompson and the other band members, as well as their seemingly limitless repertoire, gets most of the attention, real hip-hop fans know that the rapping skills of Black Thought (along with former group member Malik B.) are the group’s hidden weapon. Thought, one of the few MCs brave enough to go toe to toe with Big Pun, handles any groove the band throws at him with aplomb, style, and flash.

Today, The Roots are seen by millions every night as the house band on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, a move that has given the group the chance to indulge its not-insignificant comic side.