Day One (feat. Big L, A.G., Lord Finesse, & O.C.)

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 D.I.T.C
 So what you say
 Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition
 No repetition holding down Bronx traditions
 My compositions simply squash the competition
 Step up and get beat into submission
 'Cause this musician with the street intuition
 735 fuel-injected transmission
 My opposition will have to recognize my steez
 Exotic trees, leave a trail of scuffed up knees
 So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick
 Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flicks
 Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama
 Exclamation point, quotation, comma
 Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas
 The skills go back to the days of Wonderama
 So pass the scama, son its time to get this money
 So we can relax and recline where it's sunny
 I went from standing on the corner selling cocaine
 To ripping shows live on stage with hoes yelling my name
 To be precise ripping mics is the light of my life
 You frontin' like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life
 The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy
 That's every thug's dream I really love cream, it's in my bloodstream
 You mad 'cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you
 More nines with extra clips than you
 Where I live it ain't a nice town
 You can't walk around iced down
 Some clown probably getting stuck right now
 Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E
 Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me
 I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York
 A bunch of rowdy niggas holding the fort
 Jacking creeps, packing heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps
 Much love to all my peeps who got covered with sheets
 Yo, most these rap cats don't know where it started, where it came from
 We been repping this shit since Day One
 Digging In The Crates originators
 Why niggas player hate us, knowing damn well you can't fade us
 You better take me out quick
 'Cause I'm accurate when I bust mine
 And make it count like Jordan at crunch time
 Just in case I play Fishburne and double up on nines
 You could never make it rain or stop my sunshine
 So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time
 Take note of your technique like we scheme on dimes
 Disregard your crew, fuck your heart
 Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage, 'til death do us part
 Until then master this art and kill them
 With the pen that's dramatic, automatics I commit sins
 Hold my head, but when I've had it I test chins
 If that ain't real then feel the stainless steel
 Bang 'em and hang 'em like they did our relatives
 Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived? Negative
 Wu-diggity if you with me then say word
 Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg
 Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough
 We worldwide, niggas just nice in one borough
 We all gleam, plus we fiend for more cream
 You got some nice players, they just on the wrong team
 Knah'mean? As the world turns
 To who it concern we'll set you straight like a perm
 Rap apostle, lyrical type Picasso, kinda hostile
 Nothing less than colossal
 You dig me like fossils, be the cat with the groovy soul
 Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles
 You know the deal, I represent skills
 And niggas with bent grills that live to make a mill
 On the real that's my motto, too hard to follow
 Will die in sorrow before I'm going out like Gravato
 Hard to hit like Lotto, underworld role model
 D.I.T.C. we be them cats of tomorrow
 Most these rap cats don't know where it started, where it came from
 We been repping this shit since Day One
 Digging In The Crates originators
 Why niggas player hate us, knowing damn well you can't fade us
 Holding it down for D.I.T.C, niggas stink like feces
 Coming against raw dogs you're lost
 The way I stimulate rhyme and rhythmatic timing
 On beat, off beat, drunk flow here we go
 Assignments handed out, each individual stand out
 Carrying his own clout
 Phenomenal Moses of rap I pose a threat
 Foes I put 'em on a block like a hole in a pen
 Lyrical genocide on the witty side
 Niggas give me respect due, like the pope in a synagogue
 Who weighing my odds? O.C. far from a fraud
 You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad
 Blow your mind ditto with no conscience
 I decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress
 This concludes my repertoire of what I be on
 MC's make way for mines or get peed on
 Fuck that