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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