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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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