D Nice - Crumbs On The Table

(Is that a turntable? Well get on it  it`s 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 I`m a feature straight from the Bronx 
Productions  better known as Boogie Down 
If I was a king right now I`d 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 
It`s simple, I`m a round it off like this 
That`s how many stupid MC`s I`ve dissed 
But if the commence to try me I won`t buy it 
I`ll look them up and down and I`ll say `Don`t even try it` 
Cause I can go on and on without breathing 
The TR, another form of BDP-eating 
MC`s like Chunky, moving real bluntly 
Shaking and baking MC`s like a junky 
Fiending, hitting MC`s like they was cocaine 
Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name 
I`ll 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 
It`s heavy like an anchor, it`s no problem 
For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie 
I am a profressional, boy, you`re just a rookie 
I`m here to sing a song, but some are not able 
Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table 

In my prime, more vocal than I`ve ever been 
I`m not an amateur, sort of like a veteran 
Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip 
Now I`m back to just cold rip 
MC`s like confetti, eat `em like spaghetti 
I chill for a year and yet I`m still ready 
To house MC`s, 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 
Here`s 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 
I`m not into b-boying, just hoeing 
Showing, blowing MC`s like the wind does 
I might lay you, sort of like a hen does 
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable 
Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table 

You must think, before you even get soup 
I`ll 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 I`m 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 MC`s, 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 
I`m the type of person that never needs rehearsing 
Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck`s 
And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout 
To make me feel able, chilling, and stable 
Sometimes I`m on the mic, sometimes I`m on the turntable 
I`m superb, sort of like herb 
A man of my word and I`ve never been served!