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My name is D-Nice...
Taking out you suckers and you don`t know how I did it
Yo, this is D-Nice and I`m about to drop some funky lyrics on this track I
made up, you know what I`m saying, huh, yea and you don`t stop, yo
My name is D-Nice although I hate to admit it
Taking out you suckers and you don`t know how I did it
See every episode remains in this mode
Very cool, very calm, there`s no sweat in my palm
I just pick up the mic, procede wit a song
I get right to the point, my competition`s not long or short
It`s like a sport hanging in the middle
But now if you`re puzzled, let me kick the whole riddle
That my name is Derek and if I didn`t mention
D-Nice is just a description
It describes the kid on the mic
I`m the TR-808, huh, but just call me D-Nice
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I start to think, a very big conscious all around me
Who will be the sucker MC to try to doubt me
Is it you, or you, or you, or you, or him
But I`m like a tree and every lyric is a limb
You throw it on the turntable, very unstable
But you gamble because you need that example
There`s a 1000 MC`s on the planet earth now
What is the word you say to get hers
Some like to explain, some talk educated
Some like McBoo, he`s X-rated
I like to think of myself as a pure rebel
A radical thinker on a musical level
`Cause suckers wanna stop me and girls wanna kiss
Wherever I go, yo, it seems I can`t be dis
`Cause my name is D-Nice but all the girls call me Derek
It ran through my crew so I guess I`ve inherit
The job of explaining and also retaining
The fact D-Nice is remaining
Not a king nor a prince but as a teacher
Wit dopies like this, I know I`m gonna reach ya
So now I don`t think you should all despise
This fact D-Nice is on a rise
Straight to the top like a bubble of water
It`s a slaughter so I think you oughta
Think realistically, not egotistically
It`s suicide if you even think of dissing me
`Cause if you try, I`m a make you wait
To learn the reason I`m the 808, but just call me D-Nice
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I live in the Bronx by the D and the 4
Writing lyrics, it`s addictive, writing more and more and more
About peace, about wars, about whores
Breaking city laws to me become a chore
I wear no jeri curls but I still pull girls
I don`t slur my words when I rap `cause that`s wack, huh
But in fact, I do not slack
When I drop the funky, funky lyric on a track
I`m not conceited when I walk the streets
And you can tell by the words that I speak
That I`m not just another brother on the mic
`Cause the females love me and they call me D-Nice
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