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    FREE STYLE (MASTER'S DEGREE from the 5-8 and Ell)

    Free

    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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