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D Nice - "Crumbs On The Table"
Lyrics to Crumbs On The Table : (Is that a turntable' Well get on it, its your turn) Who gets laid, the chicken or the egg' How about the MC that has just been led To a renegade teacher, preacher then he got stomped Cause Im a feature straight from the Bronx Productions, better known as Boogie Down If I was a king right now Id get crowned The Nice is a teacher, not a prince or a rap lord I even write my rhymes on a blackboard To get specific, and probably make you understand What makes the 808 plan Its simple, Im a round it off like this Thats how many stupid MCs Ive dissed But if the commence to try me I wont buy it Ill look them up and down and Ill say "Dont even try it" Cause I can go on and on without breathing The TR, another form of BDP-eating MCs like Chunky, moving real bluntly Shaking and baking MCs like a junky Fiending, hitting MCs like they was cocaine Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name Ill spin you like a quarter, drink you like water Hit below the belt with things you never thought of I lay down the law that I am a slaughter I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat In water, now watch you soak Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom Its heavy like an anchor, its no problem For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie I am a profressional, boy, youre just a rookie Im here to sing a song, but some are not able Compared to me youre just crumbs on the table In my prime, more vocal than Ive ever been Im not an amateur, sort of like a veteran Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip Now Im back to just cold rip MCs like confetti, eat em like spaghetti I chill for a year and yet Im still ready To house MCs, sink em like a boat will I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal So now you know the 808 is showing I do damage in just one moment Heres a little message to those who want to hang out Just remember that I give pain out The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer Never hiding, clever always memorizing Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs Im not into b-boying, just hoeing Showing, blowing MCs like the wind does I might lay you, sort of like a hen does Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable Compared to me youre just crumbs on the table You must think, before you even get soup Ill put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute Like a street whore, make you want more and more Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw Pulling out a gun is uncalled for But Im with it, so go for yours You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery I pack more volts than a Duracell battery Charging MCs, smooth like the breeze Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme Or topic, showing I be rocking Every little city I play I leave a heat wave Burning up the industry, never try to get with me Im the type of person that never needs rehearsing Just a little sex, a six pack of Becks And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout To make me feel able, chilling, and stable Sometimes Im on the mic, sometimes Im on the turntable Im superb, sort of like herb A man of my word and Ive never been served! [ Crumbs On The Table Lyrics ]
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