Day One (feat. Diamond D, Big L, A.G. & Lord Finesse)

Now it's 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 a submission

'Cause this musician with the street intuition

Seven thirty-five 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, 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, 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

That's every thugs dream, I really love cream, it's 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.C show and A.G, 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 **** holdin' the fort

Jackin' creeps, packin' heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps

Much love to all to 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 reppin' this shit since day one

Diggin' in the crates, originators

Why **** 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 you technique like we scheme on dimes

Disregard your crew, fuck your heart

Put a slug in me

It'll be marriage, till 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 mmic that ever lived?

Negative

Wu-diggity, if you with me then say word

Let's get twisted like bottle caps (And) create like Spielberg

Check the referral, man, my whole squad's thorough

We worldwide **** is nice in one burrough

We all gleam, plus we fiend for more cream

You got some nice players, they just on the wrong team

Nah mean?

As the world turns

To 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 **** with bank reels

That live to make a mil' on the real, that's my motto

Too hard to follow, well, dinosaur perform goin' out like bravado

Hard to hit like lotto, underworld role model

D.I.T.C, we be them cats of tomorrow

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 **** playa haters?

Knowin' damn well you can't fade us

Holdin' it down for D-I-T-C, **** stink like feces

Comin' against raw dogs, you're 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

**** me respect due like the pope in a synagogue

Who weighin' my odds?

OC, far from a fraud

You waste my time, ****, so I bagged your broad

Blow your mind, ditto, with no conscience

I decide the law motherfucker, I'm Congress

This concludes my repertoire, what I be on

MC's make way for mine or get peed on, fuck that