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    RAPS ON WRAPS

    It's time for some fun man. Too much heaviness lately in the game. Yo June Amaru man!

    You dig this shirt I'm wearing?!? Hell nah man it ain't pink! Women wear pink dawg!

    This shirt is salmon man....THAAA-MAN! Yo can I drop this dawg?!?

     

    Super Cali Joski knows D'ee ain't a statistic,

    yo June Amaru, let me Tokyo Drift it,

    in case they missed it,

    I'm a ventriloquist-tic linguistic,

    chop-N-screw it so much you can say I tryst it,

    ain't the best but I'm gifted,

    people get lifted,

    maybe oneday you'll see D'ee Cee disc it

     

    From the ILL-a-Delph,

    top of the shelf,

    don't know about hisself or herself,

    but I'm hip to myself,

    my drop speaks for itself,

    so they can look at themselves

    while D'ee look out for himself,

    no subterfuge, no stealth,

    too hot to handle for my own health,

    play the hand that I've been dealt,

    while chillin' in the Commonwealth

     

    IN PHIL-LA...IN PHIL-LA

    In Philla, Pee A

    I take raw wordz and fillet them,

    marinate on my template, catch and cachet them,

    spritz a little spyt on them,

    then I crochet them,

    the crowds I slay them,

    haters I touche them,

    Rock so many Belles

    you can say that I sleigh them,

    Rudolph reign-Dear them,

    I need to be near them,

    ain't actin' so passe'

    that I riccochet them,

    just try to covey to them,

    my only God was born in Bethlehem

     

    YEAH! DA D'EE DADDA, D'EE DADDA

    D'EE DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-IZ A BLACKMANNNN!

    TO THE BONE NAH MEAN!

     

    Lemme take it back to Spoonie Gee

    with this intro...

    "FROM THE SOUTH TO THE WEST TO THE EAST TO THE NORTH",

    if the Price is Right baby

    COME ON DOWN,

    lemme "Rock the body-body, Rock the body-body"

    all over town,

    "Can't stop, won't stop, rockin' to the beat, b'cuz I, b'cuz I",

    get DOWN, no crown

    on my head just brown,

    I astound, when I trounce fake EmmCee's in Midtown,

    Bajan to da Bone but Philly is my hometown,

    boy, you betta check your rhyme account,

    no discount, no amount,

    don't wanna impound ya,

    D'ee da Dadda don't wanna ground ya,

    don't let me clown ya,

    leave you howlin' like that lonely dawg Sound-da,

    I'm writing raps on wraps,

    eatin' a double Quarter Pound-da,

    with cheese,

    from Mickey D'ee's, do as I damn please,

    damn! they forgot my fries,

    YO, WHOLE HOUZE FREEEZZEEE!

     

    HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE!!

    This my Bizz, my life,

    why you all up in it,

    I don't testify on Facebook,

    that clique ain't the Senate,

    I just flip hot script like I damn well meant it,

    demented when I ferment it,

    let it harden

    like my...I beg your pardon,

    just say I cement it,

    hit send, no ego to defend, let the world comment it,

    even recommend it,

    but yo, long ago Candace hooked me up with a copyright,

    so you will be prevented,

    from circumventin' it,

    real rap Sista Faces, much respect,

    I ain't forget,

    D'ee don't get down like that, much love to you and yours

     


    These words are my babies,

    in the womb I cerglage them,

    yeah, now I'm a Christain,

    but much love to my Muslim bretheren,

    takin' the El-Hagg with Malik El-Shabazz and them,

    ONE WORD, ONE GOD, ONE LOVE, NO MAYHEM,

    flip a bagel in my toaster,

    with my Jewish fam I'm kosher,

    flip over the Pond, respond

    to the fiya from Justice Served,

    ad libs, adverbs, pronouns and Proverbs,

    jump the turnstyle, payin' ain't worth my while,

    say what up to my fam Nikki Stylezz,

    remember that Prince joint?!?

    I KNEW A GURL NAMED NIKKI,

    GUESS YOU COULD SAY SHE WUZ A RHYME FIEND,

    MET HER IN A HOTEL LOBBY,

    EATIN' MY ORDER OF KENTISH STRAWBERRIES-N-CREAM,

    that's some English ..ish right there,

    for those who ain't aware,

    Barbados before Independence was a British colony,

    followin' me?, that's why I dig tea

     

    YEAH! DA D'EE DADDA, D'EE DADDA,

    D'EE DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-IZ A BLACKMANNN!

    TO THE BONE NAH MEAN!

     

    Dang! This water is cold,

    I'm either gettin' shorter in height or longer,

    from the Bronx to Yonkers,

    I came, I saw, I conquered,

    D'ee the Islander, no tele-prompter,

    used my word transponder

    made the crowd go bonkers,

    drove to U of Pitt in my Pinto,

    my college intro, yeah I was a dawg, a.k.a. a dingo,

    arms and legs all spread akimbo,

    if they wanted to be freaky I'd open the window,

    lemme drop that Godfather line..

    I HAD 'EM FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD!

    fake hair, real curlz,

    didn't matta to D'ee Dadda,

    I LUVED GURLZ, GURLZ, GURLZ,

    from Peru, yes you,

    from Russia, I thrust her,

    from the Congo, YOOO, played dat booty like a bongo,

    from L.A., Bombay, Nebraska, Alaska,

    your wish is my command yo,

    want me to go low,

    let me check for freshness so I know,

    yeah, Poo-nah-nee like this only grow

    like a Red Hot Chilli Salt-N- Peppa in Santiago

     

    "YES, YES Y'ALL, CAN'T STOP Y'ALL TO THE BEAT Y'ALL, SO UNIQUE Y'ALL"

    Mannnn, ain't nuthin' like the Old Skool,

    okay, Jheri Curlz wasn't kool,

    eight ball in da corner pocket,

    flippin rhymes, skippin' school,

    WEST CATHOLIC, WEST CATHOLIC, so fantastic,

    I got propane, in my membrane, my octane, so insane,

    no restraint, my refrain, remains inflamed,

    sustained by the catz I've slained,

    in this rhyme game,

    all lefts and rights, no feints,

    no and's but's or ain'ts, I cover the dance floor

    like a coat of poly-urethane,

    not vain, but a King I remain,

    and if you don't like it you can kiss the main vein

    in my Haynes

     

    Yooooo!!! POLLYWANNACRACKA,

    but I want a dime, her mountain I will climb,

    just chill and unwind,

    Parse her parsley, Rose her Mary, and dine on her thyme,

    drop love poetry at bedtime,

    TWO HEARTS, TWO SPARKS, ONE SOUL, ONE MIND,

    work at our grind, our money we combine,

    none of that your's is your's and mine is mine,

    no credit cardz declined,

    just my baby supine, while I kiss on her spine

    sippin' my Corona with a twist of lime,

    I ain't a paragraph brotha I'm a paradigm,

    look I just blew the circuits in yo mind,

    writing raps on wraps, then rappin' in double time

     

    Can I say it one mo' again?!?

     

    YEAH! D'EE DA DADDA, D'EE DADDA

    D'EE DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-IZ A BLACKMANNN!

    TO THE BONE NAH MEAN!

     

     

     

     

    • 12 December 2011
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