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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, precede wit a sond 
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 hores 
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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