
Date of issue: 10.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mushine
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 |
Name | Year |
---|---|
The Enemy ft. Fat Joe | 2000 |
Brainstorm / P.S.K. ft. KRS-One, O.C. | 1996 |
Day One ft. D.I.T.C., Lord Finesse, O.C. | 2000 |
All The Way Up ft. Fat Joe, French Montana, Infared | 2017 |
M.V.P. | 2007 |
Lean Back ft. Fat Joe, Remy Ma | 2004 |
Marquee ft. O.C. | 2007 |
Day One ft. O.C., Big L., D.I.T.C. | 2000 |
New York ft. Fat Joe, Jadakiss | 2003 |
Day One ft. D.I.T.C., A.G., Big L. | 2000 |
I Wanna Be Where You Are ft. Lord Finesse | 2020 |
Time's Up | 1994 |
Speak Ya Peace ft. Diamond D, Marquee, AG | 2021 |
Deadly Combination ft. 2Pac | 2000 |
Best Kept Secret ft. Fat Joe | 2011 |
Day One ft. Big L., A.G., O.C. | 2000 |
98 Freestyle | 2000 |
What's Luv? ft. Ashanti, Ja-Rule | 2007 |
Get Yours ft. Big L., Diamond D, O.C. | 2000 |
Foundation ft. A.G., Diamond D, Lord Finesse | 2000 |
Artist lyrics: O.C.
Artist lyrics: Diamond D
Artist lyrics: Big L
Artist lyrics: Fat Joe
Artist lyrics: A.G.
Artist lyrics: Lord Finesse