Call Me D Nice – D-Nice – letras

Chorus)My name is D Nice…Taking out you suckers and you don’t know how I did itYo this is D Nice and I’m about to drop some funky lyrics on thistrack Imade up you know what I’m saying huh yea and you don’t stop yoMy name is D Nice although I hate to admit itTaking out you suckers and you don’t know how I did itSee every episode remains in this modeVery cool very calm there’s no sweat in my palmI just pick up the mic, precede wit a sondI get right to the point, my competition’s not long or shortIt’s like a sport hanging in the middleBut now if you’re puzzled, let me kick the whole riddleThat my name is Derek and if I didn’t mentionD-Nice is just a descriptionIt describes the kid on the micI’m the TR-808, huh, but just call me D-NiceChorusI start to think, a very big conscious all around meWho will be the sucker MC to try to doubt meIs it you, or you, or you, or you, or himBut I’m like a tree and every lyric is a limbYou throw it on the turntable, very unstableBut you gamble because you need that exampleThere’s a 1000 MC’s on the planet earth nowWhat is the word you say to get hersSome like to explain, some talk educatedSome like McBoo, he’s X-ratedI like to think of myself as a pure rebelA radical thinker on a musical level’Cause suckers wanna stop me and girls wanna kissWherever I go, yo, it seems I can’t be dis’Cause my name is D-Nice but all the girls call me DerekIt ran through my crew so I guess I’ve inheritThe job of explaining and also retainingThe fact D-Nice is remainingNot a king nor a prince but as a teacherWit dopies like this, I know I’m gonna reach yaSo now I don’t think you should all despiseThis fact D-Nice is on a riseStraight to the top like a bubble of waterIt’s a slaughter so I think you oughtaThink realistically, not egotisticallyIt’s suicide if you even think of dissing me’Cause if you try, I’m a make you waitTo learn the reason I’m the 808, but just call me D-NiceChorusI live in the Bronx by the D and the 4Writing lyrics, it’s addictive, writing more and more and moreAbout peace, about wars, about horesBreaking city laws to me become a choreI wear no jeri curls but I still pull girlsI don’t slur my words when I rap ’cause that’s wack, huhBut in fact, I do not slackWhen I drop the funky, funky lyric on a trackI’m not conceited when I walk the streetsAnd you can tell by the words that I speakThat I’m not just another brother on the mic’Cause the females love me and they call me D-NiceChorus