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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