Текст песни D-Nice Rocks The House - D-Nice
I
got
a
dope
beat
(you
got
a
dope
beat)
I
got
a
dope
beat
(we
got
a
dope
beat)
(Repeat
x2)
My
name
is
that
top
of
all
of
those
that
mix
Or
turning
poetry
into
cash
for
87
Some
did
it
got
paid,
some
jams
were
never
played
But
I
am
just
a
poet
who
watched
the
whole
parade
Go
by,
and
why?
Cos
they
wasn't
fly
Others
claim
to
be
fresh,
but
they're
not
KRS
I
cannot
walk
around
the
street
with
my
head
in
the
clouds
Either
running
on
my
gear
or
having
colors
too
loud
Everything
must
coincide
with
the
way
I
feel
And
by
the
way
it's
Scott
La
Rock
on
the
wheels
of
steel
So
I
take
one
step
to
adjust
the
mic
I
get
around
the
whole
city
so
I
do
wear
Nike
I
like
a
funky
beat,
a
studio
like
Unique
I
write
the
crazy
fresh
lyrics
and
I
don't
eat
meat
You
can
look
me
up
and
down
and
my
DJ
too
Because
we
make
up
the
Boogie
Down
Productions
crew
Taking
out
emcees
on
the
1,
2,
3
No
matter
who
they
claim
to
be
in
society
Because
we
know
their
games,
we'll
pull
their
file
If
they
need
a
different
style
we
can
get
wild
He's
I.C.U.,
he's
out
to
kill
I'm
KRS
and
we
get
ill
DJ
Scott
La
Rock
got
his
own
beat
The
extravagant
life
is
what
we
seek
I
will
tell
you
like
this
cause
I
know
for
a
fact
I
will
live
a
long
life
and
I
don't
smoke
crack
Captivating
the
crowd
seven
days
a
week
You
know
what
they
told
me
to
say?
I
got
the
dope
beat
For
me
to
say
again
another
verse
of
my
rhyme
Means
what
you
heard
before
must've
blew
up
your
mind
So
now
it's
time
to
find
poetry
like
mine
Do
not
waste
all
your
time
because
I'm
one
of
a
kind
Cooling
out
and
easy
going
cause
the
money
be
flowing
6'4",
brown
eyes,
and
I'm
always
showing
Stupid
emcees
on
the
mic
the
way
it's
'posed
to
be
done
They
study
rhymes
all
week
but
I
be
rhyming
for
fun
When
they
lose
they
get
upset,
always
pulling
a
gun
But
they
must
snap
out
of
that
because
I'm
KRS-One
Not
two,
not
three,
but
O-N-E
Get
it
right
the
first
time
I
won't
repeat
this
rhyme
If
you
think
that
you
can
burn
me
with
your
amateur
ways
Keep
in
mind
that
I
been
out
there
from
back
in
the
days
I
don't
brag
about
the
people
I
know
Because
they're
still
bluffing,
they're
not
givin
me
nothing
I
can
walk
around
the
city
with
the
rhymes
I
flaunt
Cos
no
matter
how
you
front
it's
still
the
ones
you
want
See,
I
am
funky
fresh
and
poetry
is
my
opinion
Taking
out
you
suckers
while
the
Scott
La
Rock
is
spinning
My
name
is
KRS-One,
I'm
still
kinda
young
I
don't
wear
Adidas
cos
my
name
ain't
Run
Got
Nikes
on
my
feet
and
to
be
complete
I
can
rock
an
American
or
reggae
beat
Got
rhymes
for
the
70's,
80's,
and
90's
Not
being
conceited
but
it
won't
pay
to
try
me
Out
to
any
feud,
any
battle,
any
reason
Make
the
rhymes
up
every
season,
this
style,
I'm
just
teasing
Pick
up
the
pace,
homeboy,
pick
up
the
pace
You're
way
behind
schedule,
listen
to
what
I'm
telling
you
This
particular
style
may
vary
The
things
I
converse
about
are
heard
rarely
Some
can't
bear
me,
others
try
to
scare
me
Sounding
intelligent
but
not
yet
equivalent
You
know
what?
I.C.U.
is
in
the
house
Miss
Melodie
is
in
the
house
Lena
Love
is
in
the
house
D-Nice
rocks
the
house
Gold
Miss
Item
rocks
the
house
Flavius
Walker
turns
'em
out
42
Black
knocks
'em
out
To
my
mellow
Moses
Gun,
rock
the
house
Norty
busts
it
out
McBoo
turns
it
out
Chuck
Chillout
cuts
it
up
Red
Alert
works
it
out
Scott
La
Rock
Jr.
my
pride
and
joy
KRS-One,
his
mother's
first
son
And
I
know
he'll
never
run???
Scott
LaRock...
Scott
LaRock
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