Bol receives death threat from Roots weed carrier

You guys remember Dice Raw, right? He dropped one good verse, way the fuck back on The Roots' first major label album, Do You Want More?, and he hasn't done anything worthwhile since.

I'm not sure what he's been up to in the interim, but my guess is that he might be hooked on PCP, like Malik B, going around wearing fur coats in 90 degree weather, pulling out guns on people and what have you.

Well, just now, my boy Akuma hit me up to inform me that this crazy son of a bitch has been making death threats against me on record. On a mixtape called the Money Making Jam Boys (no, really) that he put out with Truck North, one of the guys who fucked up the new Roots album, he talks about sending a couple of thugs to my residence - presumably not to mow my lawn, though it could use it.

Here's the exact quote, near as I could make out:

Niggas wanna play till I show 'em who the boss is. Send a couple thugs down to Byron Crawford's residence. Leave no evidence, criminal intelligence. Life loss without no wevalence(?). Raw like black get, pure excellence, nigga!

That one line, I'm not sure what the fuck he's talking about. Dice Raw sometimes has a hard time enunciating, because he was born with a few physical deformities. The best parts of him obviously ran down his mother's leg.

Besides that, I'd say it's a testament to the extent to which no one gives a shit about Dice Raw that this shit has been available for free on the Internets since the beginning of the year, and I'm just now hearing about it. I consulted the Google just now, and I couldn't find anything on it.

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