my progression to prominence
is based on the dominance
of consonants
its evident
im eminence
ruler of my providence
check myself
arrest myself
let out on my own recognizance
set precedents
all hail to the chief
the free style president
in residence
no coincidence
that the audience
feels the significance
of my deliverance
im experienced
in civil disobediance
but for your convienence
i will counter my intelligence
with radiance
so you can chill in my
lyrical luxuriance
the inheritance
of my magnificence
is born of african american dominance
should be an ordinance
against my luminence
when my bald head shines
im sexy
not fine
man pass the grog
brotha dee rhyme skills is cleaner
than a broke dyck dog
someone please call 911
brotha dee is about to stun
got fake brothas on the run
gonna flick my bic so i can come
pun
intended
bums
succumb
to my lyrical run
leave em in piles like cow dung
everybody wanna go 2 heaven
but cant climb the rungs
rather be eating crumbs
than overcome
stereotypes of oversexed and dumb
stay mum
on issues like too many guns
in the hood
dont snitch
aint that a bytch
comfortably numb
one crab hold on to another crab
clung
till we all go plunge
back to when we was traded
for sugar and rum
living in the cesspool
of the slums
talking about back strokin females
nigga you aint never swum
in the deep end of the pool
enroll in my rhyme skool
when my bald head shines
im sexy
not fine
man pass the grog
brotha dee rhyme skills is cleaner
than a broke dyck dog
i end the debate
when i create
my words swell
like oil wells
in kuwait
a twist of fate
when i deliberate
on the complex felx i make
for goodness sake
that boy dee is grrreeat
man dont hate
cuz i frosted yo flake
i open the gates
of freestyle hell
ring your death knell
when i bang the liberty bell
shout out the godfathers
kool herc and mellie mel
inflate my diaphram
with giga bytes and ram
when i am
irate
drive a stake
in the heart of darkness
my pupils dilate
cause men to
mensturate
ewwwww....you bleedin
needing tampons
from yo mamasan
to stop my flow
man dont ya know
who i is
when my bald head shines
im sexy
not fine
man pass the grog
brotha dee rhyme skills is cleaner
than a broke dyck dog
all hail biggie and pac
aint nobody
nas or jay z take they slot
since their kings blood clot
on vegas and los angeles blocks
100 cops
no witness
funny business
but i aint shocked
the ghetto know and we know alot
when glocks
locked
and destroyed the voice box
of hip hop
from west philly
to the delaware docks
what brotha dee concoct
is the rhyme skillz that big and pac
begot
think you can hang with me
not
no way tell em jose
ci
dee be the baddest
women flock
to touch my ummmm...
nevermind
my rhyme
i cant slime
with a gratuitous knock
so i adopt
a malaprop
borrow from me
im a shylock
homes
like sherlock
i throw up roadblocks
dr watson i presume
yo doc clear the room
of bodies when my verbal blast
go boom
ooopppsss...i almost forgot
ladies wanna know how many licks
it take to get to the center of
my tootsie pop
come to philly
and ask for dee
on my block
yeah the five eight and ell
raisin hell
yo pass me that shaving gell
when my bald head shines
im sexy
not fine
man pass the grog
brotha dee rhyme skillz is cleaner
than a broke dyck dog
yeah..freestyle
masters degree
fade this....
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