Turn the headphones up.
Brother's from our African mother,
not undercover,
pure black gold, not others,
in the spirit of Kane, Rakim, L.L., Big, Pac, and Hova,
the real Coca-Coca, not 7-Up, the uncola,
this is for y'all who know what manhood is about,
for the rest...
CHECK IT OUT,
Day one,
no Roger, no Re-Run,
no rent, I vent,
stun the bums,
beat 'em down like they talking drums
not done,
till I expunge,
stories spun,
y'all makin' it seem like Bro D'ee took a plunge,
NOT!, before I get got,
it be three hots and a cot,
23 hour lock, get my mail in a slot,
I come, you run,
you punt, I won,
smoke a blunt, yo bear the brunt,
it's only just begun,
the Father, the Son,
no knife, no gun,
still I confront haters with forked tongues,
My lady I strum,
cash my checks in her bun,
beat it like the Little Drummer Boy,
RRRUMP A TUM TUM,
she neva ask for a refund,
never drunk, not dumb,
refuse to fall, I clung,
now I'm eatin' well, when I'm done,
I brush off fake EmCee's like they bread crumbs,
I have become, We Shall Overcome,
refused to succumb, to the punk pooh-butt scum,
yes I debunk, can't copy D'ee funk,
don't be glum, b'cuz I won,
and left you smellin' like cow dung
WHERE MY PHILLY PEEPS AT?
YO, LEMME TAKE THIS FREESTYLE WAY BACK
TO 1ST GRADE. Y'ALL REMEMBER WHEN WE DROPPED
THIS NURSERY RHYME WAY BACK IN TIME?
Day Two,
Miss LuLu had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell,
Miss LuLu went to heaven but the steamboat went to a..
helluva party,
chilled in Marcy, ate hardy,
sipped on rum and Bacardi,
don't be foolhardy, no man can starve me,
I ain't funny like Steve Harvey,
more Marcus when I Boomerang
than Garvey,
pass me a can of hops and barley,
so I can turn this fool into rubble like Barney,
Let it Be, Let it Be,
I be the Ebony Paul McCartney,
remember when Chuck D said darkly,
I throw it down your throat like Barkley,
think Imma let y'all feather and tar me,
y'all prey and I'm on an African safari,
Lions in the Kalahari, pay respect and Mar me,
in Hollywood they star me,
I go to the bar see, and seduce a black Barbie,
Down in Sharon Hill and Darby,
I'm in the hierarchy, three star in the urban army,
in Ireland that Blarney,
kisses me, fo sho you will miss me,
ain't but one D'ee, I didn't flee,
I faded, don't want your road grated,
don't talk none, won't be none, don't initiate it,
I shift smooth like a Farrari, stop me with loose lipz, not hardly,
speak to me harshly, my pen will cut sharply
WHERE MY BROOKLYN AND BRONX PEEPS AT?
YO, CAN I INTERRUPT THIS FREESTYLE TO GIVE Y'ALL PROPS?
REAL RAP, THE BIRTHPLACE OF HIP-HOP
Day three,
while you busy L-M-N-O, yo,
I yawn and just pee,
A-E-I-don't owe anybody, so why come at me sleazy,
I ain't young like Jeezy,
but I'm movin' on up like George and Weezy,
put the drama away little fella,
can't let ya breeze me,
but if you get lucky and freeze me,
you gonna need a priest see,
b'cuz my black fraternity with cease thee,
no peanuts in yo' butter,
you ain't even a Recee,
more like Patrice see,
when I D.Greaves thee,
I'm Mt. Olympus, that's in Greece see,
yeah I been silent like a lamb,
but I have no fear, so you can't Clarice me,
I'm Classic like Capirce see,
diamond backs, malt duck and reef-ee,
I'm gettin' a munchy,
gonna eat this Mic like it's Moo Goo Chinese-ze,
I won't touch your ladies' mammaries,
none of that chicanary,
I can call Monday, Tuesday or Wendy,
maybe triple stack 'em with cheezy,
and eat me plenty
BAADDDD D'EE, COME OUT AND PLAY...
SEE, SOME PEOPLE FRONT AND SOME HAVE THE DIGNITY TO LAY BACK.
SOME PULL STUNTS AND SOME PULL SNEAK ATTACKS.
SOME TALK SHIT, SOME DON'T KNOW WHEN TO QUIT.
SOME HAVE TITS, AND SOME SHOULD HAVE TITS.
SOME THINK THEY BIG, BUT THEY REALLY BIG DYCKS
Fuck it, two years in a bucket,
this let love rule in the arts shit,
what a waste, tried to reach for some love,
only got a taste, but haste makes for waste,
so let me slow this burn,
I did my time as an intern, before I had sperm,
the returns have been good, I made heards turn,
to all concerned,
who but D'ee constantly made Mics perm,
tried to be unconcerned, was chillin' at 5th and Lucerne,
with G'ee Money and Verne,
when I heard some squirms,
was trying to taint the rep I earned,
grown men actin' like Katy Hepburn,
so jealous they got heartburn,
fuck with me over some bullshyt, end up in an urn,
I know it's an economic downturn,
but why you squirtin' on tape like Montana Fish-burn,
y'all got me taciturn, in the nocturne,
I'm just tryin' to turn the other cheek,
but I ain't Jesus, so I've learned,
so judge and jury can kiss my fury,
court ajourned
NAHHHH..I AIN'T DONE
Thinkin' b'cuz I'm silent, that I'm compliant,
but my daughter's name is on my life insurance,
and I have the propensity to be violent,
had to pause on my refinement, to complete this assignment,
I ain't in confinement, can't be sold on consignment,
if resentment is your requirement,
then brotha take this indictment,
as shove it up your azz, class is wasted on
NIGGA-JA-HAM-BONE-SAMBO-MAAFUCKAS,
here I am tryin' to uplift others,
while you sneakin' through my sock drawer countin' my rubbers,
you don't know and you ain't eva gonna know,
how a brother get down, b'cuz I don't show slide show pics
all ova the damn town,
mutha-FUCK-YOU,
here I am livin' in a city with 500 kills,
and you flippin about who I lay the pipe too,
damn O.G. what's gotten into you?
told you about eatin' too much of that late night Moo-glue,
I'm ashamed of you, fuck with me I'll trip yo azz down the stairs,
b'cuz I learned a long time ago a man ain't a man
b'cuz he got pubic hairs,
young boyz is killin' young boyz and you trippin'
on small shyt, quick,
somebody take this nigga dyck 'cuz he ain't usin' it,
see now I gotta go and pray for forgiveness,
I admit, in my life ignorance is an addictive vice,
but before I apologize to my God,
nigga you here b'cuz yo daddy fucked yo mamma once,
fuck with me I'll fuck you twice
FADE THIS SHYT..I'M TOO PIZZED. LIKE MALCOLM X ONCE SAID, WE HAD A GREAT THING AND NIGGERS MESSED IT UP. TO BORROW ANOTHER PHRASE FROM MALCOLM CHICKEN DO COME HOME TO ROOST. I'VE HAD AND AM STILL LIVING WITH MY SHYT. REAL RAP, I'M SURVIVING IT AND WILL VERY SOON REVIVE BECAUSE OF IT. WHY? BECAUCE I TELL MYSELF I'M MESSED UP BEFORE YOU CAN. I DAWG MYSELF SO YOU CAN'T EVEN BARK NEAR ME. SOMEDAYS I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND CAN'T STAND WHAT I SEE. THEN I GO ABOUT CHANGING IT. THEM DAYS ARE BECOMING FEW AND FAR BETWEEN NAH MEAN? BECAUSE I LOVE ME FINALLY AND DON'T CARE IF ANYBODY ELSE DOES. MY CASE IS AT REST BUT I HAVE ONE FINAL QUESTION BROTHA. HOW ARE YOU GONNA REACT WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND THE REALITY OF YOUR BULLSHYT STARES RIGHT BACK? YEAH, MY CHICKENS CAME HOME LIKE A STORM BUT I TOOK ALL THAT CHICKEN SHYT AND MADE CHICKEN SALAD. SO IF I DIE TONIGHT I DIE KNOWING GOOD, BAD OR UGLY I DIED BEING DEE! AND FOR THE PEOPLE WHO REALLY LOVE ME THAT'S MORE THAN ENOUGH.