D.I.T.C. - Day One lyrics

Yeah like that, yeah
Like that, yeah like that, DITC, '97
So what you sayin'?

Now, it's the mad magician
With the ill deposition
No repetition, holdin' down Bronx traditions
My composition simply squash the competition
Step up and get beat into a 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
It's time to get this money
So we can relax and recline where it's sunny

I went from standin' on
The corner sellin' cocaine
To rippin' shows live on stage
With hoes yellin' my name to be precise
Rippin' mics is the light of my life
You frontin' like you trife
But never pulled a heist in ya 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 and extra clips than you
Where I live, it ain't a nice town
You can't walk around iced down
Some clown probably gettin' stuck right now
Peace to DITC, 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 holdin' the fort
Jackin' creeps, packin' 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 reppin' this shit since day one
Diggin' In The Crates originators
Why niggas playa haters?
Knowin' damn well they 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 truth, 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 it'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!"
Let's 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
Naaah'mean? As the world turns
To who it concern
We'll set you straight like a perm
Rap apostle, lyrical-type Picasso
Kinda hostile, nothin' less than colossal
You dig me like fossils
Be the cat with the groovy soul
A lot of rappers out here
Actin' 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
Goin' out like Gravato
Hard to hit like Lotto
Underworld role models
DITC, we be them cats of tomorrow

Most these rap cats don't
Know where it started where it came from
We been reppin' this shit since day one
Diggin' In The Crates originators
Why niggas playa haters?
Knowin' damn well they can't fade us

Holdin' it down for DITC
Niggas stink like feces
Comin' against raw dogs, you lost
The way I stimulate rhyme
In rhythmatic timin'
On beat, off-beat, drunk flow, here we go
Assignments handed out
Each individual stand out
Carryin' his own clout
Phenomenal Moses of rap, I pose a threat
Foes I put 'em on a block
Like a hole in the pen
Lyrical genocide on the witty side
Niggas give me respect due
Like the pope in a synagogue
Who weighin' my odds? OC 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 and get peed on
Fuck that!