Day One

Yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, D.I.T.C., '97 So what you sayin'? 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 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 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 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 your life The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy That's every thugs dream I really love C.R.E.A.M., 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 with iced 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 niggas holdin' the fort Jackin' creeps, packin' heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps Much love to all my peeps who got a 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 Fishburn 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, f*ck 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 C.R.E.A.M. You got some nice players, they just on the wrong team Nahmean? 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 actin' with no movie roles You know the deal, I represent skills And niggas with bent grills that live to make a mil' 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 model D.I.T.C., we be them cats to 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 D.I.T.C, 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 a pen 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 repertoire what I be on MC's make way for mines or get peed on F*ck that