My brothers, hear me. My sisters, feel me. Sometimes we think we know but we don't. This joint is for brothers like me who DO and wonder why our ladies DON'T.
DON'T brush our indescretions off like dust
DON'T feel like doin' the do when we lust
DON'T believe in us, because trust is a must
When this hot pocket is done alot of people who THINK they know me gonna be like Dang D'ee!
For real, I ain't even gonna cuss and still bring it strong! Because God blessed me with skillz like that, real rap.
I'm coming home tonight,
tired of living with my homey,
I don't know if you'll put me out again, but I'm gonna take a chance
that you'll decide to put it on me
Yeah, I had femmes in Philly, North, West and South,
word of mouth was brotha D'ee is kinda boney
but for real I'm tired of waking up,
next to a cup
of brown sugar yet feeling lonely
I can't even apologize because mere words
won't atone me
Actions always speak louder than words,
I can kick the baddest recite
and still to you my vibe would sound absurd
yeah, I admit it does matter to me what your friends say,
and all of the gossip you've heard
Excuse me, let me put you on speaker,
I'm driving and I don't want to swerve
I JUST WANT TO TRAVEL IN A LINEAR LINE
RIGHT BACK INTO YOUR HEART
Verse two,
begins with me saying that I love you boo,
I know you don't believe it's true,
you were right when you said if the shoe
was on the other foot,
I would've dropped you like an old skool review
men like myself were raised with a double standard
that's supported by our crews
They be like, don't you be a Sukka Brotha,
remember how your Ex tamed you like a shrew
have fun D'ee and just....
screw 'em. shoo 'em, run right through 'em, accrue 'em and cue 'em
on your pool stick, when they flip give 'em the kick, 1-2-3-4-5-SIX,
and on the seventh day you rest, save the best, to be commanded at your behest
it's like this D'ee, ain't too many good men so trust,
women need us,
so they got to do alot of provin'
they don't need to know so don't tell 'em what you doin'
and if they catch you, lie and say you was with your mother, brother
or favorite cousin,
bro, stack a dirty dozen, grade each muffin, when you get a little sumthin' sumthin',
leave 'em buggin, play the poo-nah-nee like percussion, have no discussions,
and when they ask for a commitment say you have a concussion,
or was the victim of an alien abduction
come on D'ee, we appealing to the Thug in you,
yeah, that's right get some shrug in you,
after all, a man gotta do what a man gotta do,
and when they start trippin'
hip 'em to that chick Terry McMillian,
do it to 'em fast then slow,
and say real kool, at least I ain't on the Down Low,
not me Brotha D'ee, so check that adolescent intensity,
because, I ain't the One, Hun,
take that drama to the father of your son,
oh my bad where he at?
nuff said, Hush!, you act cold as ice I gotta crush, shut up
WHAT!!
Verse three,
is the part where I sign a letter of confidentiality,
it beats me why people over 40,
act so horny, that they can't maintain some anonymity
for real though, I have madd respect for the cats
who can kick a verse erotically,
true that, I've sent texes to you where my nasty side
shows up periodically,
but it would be just my luck to drop a piece like that,
leave you all expectant and be jerkin' like a juvinile spasmodically,
one of them 16 hour days at work,
come home and ration my passion do it to you robotically,
nah, I leave erotic to the pros, that ain't D'ee,
I'd rather chill and stay in the pocket,
put a Miami vice, on our nicey-nice like I'm Tubbs and Crockett,
if I mess up, I'm grown, tell me how you like it, tell me what's up,
don't check it off my docket, kiss your sweat droplets, serve you wine in a goblet,
stay on topic, so our vibe evolves from embryonic to Apostolic,
have you as my addiction, my only narcotic,
and yeah, chill whenever a cat says hi to you actin psychotic,
see what I mean baby girl, I didn't curse, in any verse,
and STILL I be sexy when I drop it,
so I'm gonna take my bad decisions and cop it,
clean out the skeletons in my closets,
go from a Thug, who like to belly rub
to a mature brother, just flip-flop it
so no more mental bruises, no more excuses,
no more first come, first serve,
and no more driving down blind man's curve
I WANT TO TRAVEL A LINEAR LINE
RIGHT BACK INTO YOUR HEART
Tell me baby, did you like that?
Tell me baby, can any other brotha drop it like that?
Tell me..NAH no need I AM SEXY
you betta believe that,
so, skool is out,
I'm tired of this word of mouth,
this is the deal, if it's kool with you
here's where my head is at,
why don't you head upstairs, wait hold up, let's say our prayers,
NOW you can go upstairs and prepare
for your King while I fade this joint to black