A loose approximation of what rap may have been like had computer nerds been the ones who started hip hop culture

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Da king is back

Uh uh uh uh
Yeah!
Whoo Whoo!

I am back motherf*ckers
D to da Wee to da B, I’m da whack lyrical professor
My albums sell faster than a Pentium processor
You can’t f*ck wit D. You can’t take on me
I never do time for my many crimes
I stole all these library books but never paid the fines
I’m a speaker of da people yo. Speaker of da land
We was so poor we didn’t even have broadband
But now look at me. I have my own bling bin
And see this pure gold Star Trek commemorative pin
You so weak I sweep you off with a broom
And I got bitches and hoes burning my IRC chat room
You wanna f*ck with D You bring pistols to the fray
But you need grenades and plasma swords for a LAN partay

Yeah uh
The king is back
Uh uh uh
Whoo whoo!