Day One D.I.T.C.

[Intro]
Yeah! Like that
Yeah! Like that
Yeah! Like that
D.I.T.C., '97
So what you sayin'?

[Verse 1: Diamond D]
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 Bahama
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

[Verse 2: Big L]
I went from standin' on the corner sellin' cocaine
To rippin' shows live on stage for 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 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 .9's 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 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 covered with sheets