Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Day One, artist - D.I.T.C.. Album song D.I.T.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Day One |
| Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition |
| No repetition holdin down Bronx tradition |
| My composition simply squash the competition |
| Step up and get beat into submission |
| Cause this musician with the street intuition |
| 7−35 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 flick |
| 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 its sunny |
| I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine |
| To rippin shows live on stage the 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 your life |
| The price of my ice is sky high, I’m a fly guy |
| Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream |
| 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 with ice down |
| Some clown probably gettin stuck right now |
| Peace to D-I-T-see, 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 a couple of sheets |
| Yo, most these rap cats don’t know |
| Where it started, where it came from |
| We been rappin this shit since Day One |
| Diggin' In The Crates originators |
| Why niggas playa haters |
| Knowin' 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 Fishburn and double up on nines |
| You can 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 create like Spielberg |
| Check the referral, man my whole squad’s thorough |
| We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough |
| We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream |
| You got some nice players they just on the wrong team |
| Nahmean… as the world turns |
| Avoid 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 bank reels that live to make a mil |
| On the real that’s my motto |
| To hard to follow |
| When dinasour perform goin out like bravado |
| Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model |
| D.I.T.C. |
| we be them cats to tomorrow |
| Yo, most these rap cats don’t know |
| Where it started, where it came from |
| We been rappin this shit since Day One |
| Diggin' In The Crates originators |
| Why niggas playa haters |
| Knowin' damn well you can’t fade us |
| Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces |
| Goin against raw dogs ya lost |
| The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin |
| On beat off beat drunk flow here we go |
| Assignments handed out each individual stand out |
| Carryin his own clout |
| Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat |
| Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin |
| Lyrical genocide on the witty side |
| Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue |
| Who waitin 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 repetoire what I be on |
| MC’s make way for mine or get peed on |
| Fuck that |