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(\nYou better take me out quick\nCause I'm accurate when I bust mine\nAnd make it count like Jordan at crunch time\nJust in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\nYou can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\nSo I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\nTake note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\nDisregard your crew, fuck your heart\nPut a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n'Til death do us part\nUntil then master this art and kill them\nWith the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\nHold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\nIf that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\nBang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\nThought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\nWu-diggity if you with me then say word\nLets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\nCheck the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\nWe worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\nWe all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\nYou got some nice players they just on the wrong team\nNahmean... as the world turns\nAvoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\nRap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\nNothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\nBe the cat with the groovy soul\nLotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\nYou know the deal I represent skills\nAnd niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\nOn the real thats my motto\nTo hard to follow\nWhen dinasour perform goin out like bravado\nHard to hit like lotto underworld role model\nD.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\n[O.\nHoldin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\nGoin against raw dogs ya lost\nThe way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\nOn beat off beat drunk flow here we go\nAssignments handed out each individual stand out\nCarryin his own clout\nPhenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\nFoes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\nLyrical genocide on the witty side\nNiggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\nWho waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\nYou waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\nBlow your mind ditto with no conscience\nI decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\nThis concludes my repetoire what I be on\nMC's make way for mine or get peed on\nFuck that","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.37] Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition\n[00:23.68] No repetition holdin down Bronx tradition\n[00:26.38] My composition simply squash the competition\n[00:28.90] Step up and get beat into submission\n[00:31.73] Cause this musician with the street intuition\n[00:34.37] 7-35 fuel-injected transmission\n[00:36.96] My opposition will have to recognize my steez\n[00:39.67] Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\n[00:42.31] So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\n[00:44.74] Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\n[00:47.42] Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\n[00:49.97] Exclamation point, quotation, comma\n[00:52.61] Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\n[00:55.25] The skills go back to the days of wonderama\n[00:57.78] So pass the scama, son its time to get this money\n[01:00.33] So we can relax and recline where its sunny\n[01:03.09] I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\n[01:05.35] To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\n[01:08.06] To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\n[01:10.51] You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\n[01:13.18] The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\n[01:15.78] Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\n[01:18.90] You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\n[01:21.91] More nines and extra clips than you\n[01:23.70] Where I live it ain't a nice town\n[01:25.42] You can't walk around with ice down\n[01:27.39] Some clown probably gettin stuck right now\n[01:29.56] Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E\n[01:32.52] Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me\n[01:34.73] I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York\n[01:37.45] A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort\n[01:39.40] Jackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps\n[01:42.11] Much love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets\n[01:44.64] Yo, most these rap cats don't know\n[01:46.70] Where it started, wher it came from\n[01:48.34] We been rappin this shit since Day One\n[01:50.12] Diggin In The Crates originators\n[01:52.07] Why niggas playa haters\n[01:53.61] Knowin damn well you can't fade us\n[01:55.43] [A.G. 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street intuition\n  7-35 fuel-injected transmission\n  My opposition will have to recognize my steez\n  Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\n  So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\n  Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\n  Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\n  Exclamation point, quotation, comma\n  Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\n  The skills go back to the days of wonderama\n  So pass the scama, son its time to get this money\n  So we can relax and recline where its sunny\n\n  I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\n  To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\n  To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\n  You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\n  The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\n  Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\n  You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\n  More nines and extra clips than 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street intuition\n  7-35 fuel-injected transmission\n  My opposition will have to recognize my steez\n  Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\n  So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\n  Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\n  Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\n  Exclamation point, quotation, comma\n  Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\n  The skills go back to the days of wonderama\n  So pass the scama, son its time to get this money\n  So we can relax and recline where its sunny\n\n  I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\n  To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\n  To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\n  You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\n  The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\n  Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\n  You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\n  More nines and extra clips than you\n  Where I live it ain't a nice town\n  You can't walk around with ice down\n  Some clown probably gettin stuck right now\n  Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E\n  Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me\n  I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York\n  A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort\n  Jackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps\n  Much love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets\n\n  Yo, most these rap cats don't know\n  Where it started, wher it came from\n  We been rappin this shit since Day One\n  Diggin In The Crates originators\n  Why niggas playa haters\n  Knowin damn well you can't fade us\n  [A.G. (\n  You better take me out quick\n  Cause I'm accurate when I bust mine\n  And make it count like Jordan at crunch time\n  Just in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\n  You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\n  So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\n  Take note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\n  Disregard your crew, fuck your heart\n  Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n  'Til death do us part\n  Until then master this art and kill them\n  With the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\n  Hold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\n  If that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\n  Bang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\n  Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\n  Wu-diggity if you with me then say word\n  Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\n  Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\n  We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\n  We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\n  You got some nice players they just on the wrong team\n  Nahmean... as the world turns\n  Avoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\n  Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\n  Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\n  Be the cat with the groovy soul\n  Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\n  You know the deal I represent skills\n  And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\n  On the real thats my motto\n  To hard to follow\n  When dinasour perform goin out like bravado\n  Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model\n  D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\n  [O.\n  Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\n  Goin against raw dogs ya lost\n  The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\n  On beat off beat drunk flow here we go\n  Assignments handed out each individual stand out\n  Carryin his own clout\n  Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\n  Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\n  Lyrical genocide on the witty side\n  Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\n  Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\n  You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\n  Blow your mind ditto with no conscience\n  I decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\n  This concludes my repetoire what I be on\n  MC's make way for mine or get peed on\n  Fuck that\n"},{"id":2577010,"name":"Day One (radio edit)","trackName":"Day One (radio edit)","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"Day One","duration":0.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition\nNo repetition holdin down Bronx tradition\nMy composition simply squash the competition\nStep up and get beat into submission\nCause this musician with the street intuition\n7-35 fuel-injected transmission\nMy opposition will have to recognize my steez\nExotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\nSo please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\nQuick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\nSon I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\nExclamation point, quotation, comma\nLay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\nThe skills go back to the days of wonderama\nSo pass the scama, son its time to get this money\nSo we can relax and recline where its sunny\n\nI went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\nTo rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\nTo be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\nYou frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\nThe price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\nIts every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\nYou mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\nMore nines and extra clips than you\nWhere I live it ain't a nice town\nYou can't walk around with ice down\nSome clown probably gettin stuck right now\nPeace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E\nDiamond D, Lord Finesse, and me\nI'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York\nA bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort\nJackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps\nMuch love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets\n\nYo, most these rap cats don't know\nWhere it started, wher it came from\nWe been rappin this shit since Day One\nDiggin In The Crates originators\nWhy niggas playa haters\nKnowin damn well you can't fade us\n\nYou better take me out quick\nCause I'm accurate when I bust mine\nAnd make it count like Jordan at crunch time\nJust in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\nYou can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\nSo I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\nTake note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\nDisregard your crew, fuck your heart\nPut a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n'Til death do us part\nUntil then master this art and kill them\nWith the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\nHold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\nIf that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\nBang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\nThought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\nWu-diggity if you with me then say word\nLets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\nCheck the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\nWe worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\nWe all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\nYou got some nice players they just on the wrong team\nNahmean... as the world turns\nAvoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\nRap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\nNothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\nBe the cat with the groovy soul\nLotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\nYou know the deal I represent skills\nAnd niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\nOn the real thats my motto\nTo hard to follow\nWhen dinasour perform goin out like bravado\nHard to hit like lotto underworld role model\nD.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\nHoldin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\nGoin against raw dogs ya lost\nThe way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\nOn beat off beat drunk flow here we go\nAssignments handed out each individual stand out\nCarryin his own clout\nPhenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\nFoes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\nLyrical genocide on the witty side\nNiggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\nWho waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\nYou waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\nBlow your mind ditto with no conscience\nI decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\nThis concludes my repetoire what I be on\nMC's make way for mine or get peed on\nFuck that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Day One (radio edit)\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: Day One\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition\n  No repetition holdin down Bronx tradition\n  My composition simply squash the competition\n  Step up and get beat into submission\n  Cause this musician with the street intuition\n  7-35 fuel-injected transmission\n  My opposition will have to recognize my steez\n  Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\n  So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\n  Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\n  Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\n  Exclamation point, quotation, comma\n  Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\n  The skills go back to the days of wonderama\n  So pass the scama, son its time to get this money\n  So we can relax and recline where its sunny\n\n  I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\n  To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\n  To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\n  You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\n  The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\n  Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\n  You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\n  More nines and extra clips than you\n  Where I live it ain't a nice town\n  You can't walk around with ice down\n  Some clown probably gettin stuck right now\n  Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E\n  Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me\n  I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York\n  A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort\n  Jackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps\n  Much love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets\n\n  Yo, most these rap cats don't know\n  Where it started, wher it came from\n  We been rappin this shit since Day One\n  Diggin In The Crates originators\n  Why niggas playa haters\n  Knowin damn well you can't fade us\n\n  You better take me out quick\n  Cause I'm accurate when I bust mine\n  And make it count like Jordan at crunch time\n  Just in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\n  You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\n  So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\n  Take note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\n  Disregard your crew, fuck your heart\n  Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n  'Til death do us part\n  Until then master this art and kill them\n  With the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\n  Hold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\n  If that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\n  Bang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\n  Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\n  Wu-diggity if you with me then say word\n  Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\n  Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\n  We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\n  We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\n  You got some nice players they just on the wrong team\n  Nahmean... as the world turns\n  Avoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\n  Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\n  Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\n  Be the cat with the groovy soul\n  Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\n  You know the deal I represent skills\n  And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\n  On the real thats my motto\n  To hard to follow\n  When dinasour perform goin out like bravado\n  Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model\n  D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\n  Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\n  Goin against raw dogs ya lost\n  The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\n  On beat off beat drunk flow here we go\n  Assignments handed out each individual stand out\n  Carryin his own clout\n  Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\n  Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\n  Lyrical genocide on the witty side\n  Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\n  Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\n  You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\n  Blow your mind ditto with no conscience\n  I decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\n  This concludes my repetoire what I be on\n  MC's make way for mine or get peed on\n  Fuck that\n"},{"id":35929791,"name":"Day One (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Day One (Radio Edit)","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"Day One (12\")","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition\nNo repetition holdin down Bronx tradition\nMy composition simply squash the competition\nStep up and get beat into submission\nCause this musician with the street intuition\n7-35 fuel-injected transmission\nMy opposition will have to recognize my steez\nExotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\nSo please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\nQuick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\nSon I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\nExclamation point, quotation, comma\nLay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\nThe skills go back to the days of wonderama\nSo pass the scama, son its time to get this money\nSo we can relax and recline where its sunny\n\nI went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\nTo rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\nTo be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\nYou frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\nThe price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\nIts every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\nYou mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\nMore nines and extra clips than you\nWhere I live it ain't a nice town\nYou can't walk around with ice down\nSome clown probably gettin stuck right now\nPeace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E\nDiamond D, Lord Finesse, and me\nI'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York\nA bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort\nJackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps\nMuch love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets\n\nYo, most these rap cats don't know\nWhere it started, wher it came from\nWe been rappin this shit since Day One\nDiggin In The Crates originators\nWhy niggas playa haters\nKnowin damn well you can't fade us\n\nYou better take me out quick\nCause I'm accurate when I bust mine\nAnd make it count like Jordan at crunch time\nJust in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\nYou can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\nSo I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\nTake note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\nDisregard your crew, fuck your heart\nPut a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n'Til death do us part\nUntil then master this art and kill them\nWith the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\nHold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\nIf that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\nBang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\nThought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\nWu-diggity if you with me then say word\nLets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\nCheck the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\nWe worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\nWe all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\nYou got some nice players they just on the wrong team\nNahmean... as the world turns\nAvoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\nRap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\nNothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\nBe the cat with the groovy soul\nLotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\nYou know the deal I represent skills\nAnd niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\nOn the real thats my motto\nTo hard to follow\nWhen dinasour perform goin out like bravado\nHard to hit like lotto underworld role model\nD.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\nHoldin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\nGoin against raw dogs ya lost\nThe way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\nOn beat off beat drunk flow here we go\nAssignments handed out each individual stand out\nCarryin his own clout\nPhenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\nFoes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\nLyrical genocide on the witty side\nNiggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\nWho waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\nYou waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\nBlow your mind ditto with no conscience\nI decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\nThis concludes my repetoire what I be on\nMC's make way for mine or get peed on\nFuck that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Day One (Radio Edit)\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: Day One (12\")\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition\n  No repetition holdin down Bronx tradition\n  My composition simply squash the competition\n  Step up and get beat into submission\n  Cause this musician with the street intuition\n  7-35 fuel-injected transmission\n  My opposition will have to recognize my steez\n  Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\n  So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\n  Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\n  Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\n  Exclamation point, quotation, comma\n  Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\n  The skills go back to the days of wonderama\n  So pass the scama, son its time to get this money\n  So we can relax and recline where its sunny\n\n  I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\n  To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\n  To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\n  You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\n  The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\n  Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\n  You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\n  More nines and extra clips than you\n  Where I live it ain't a nice town\n  You can't walk around with ice down\n  Some clown probably gettin stuck right now\n  Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E\n  Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me\n  I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York\n  A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort\n  Jackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps\n  Much love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets\n\n  Yo, most these rap cats don't know\n  Where it started, wher it came from\n  We been rappin this shit since Day One\n  Diggin In The Crates originators\n  Why niggas playa haters\n  Knowin damn well you can't fade us\n\n  You better take me out quick\n  Cause I'm accurate when I bust mine\n  And make it count like Jordan at crunch time\n  Just in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\n  You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\n  So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\n  Take note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\n  Disregard your crew, fuck your heart\n  Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n  'Til death do us part\n  Until then master this art and kill them\n  With the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\n  Hold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\n  If that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\n  Bang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\n  Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\n  Wu-diggity if you with me then say word\n  Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\n  Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\n  We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\n  We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\n  You got some nice players they just on the wrong team\n  Nahmean... as the world turns\n  Avoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\n  Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\n  Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\n  Be the cat with the groovy soul\n  Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\n  You know the deal I represent skills\n  And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\n  On the real thats my motto\n  To hard to follow\n  When dinasour perform goin out like bravado\n  Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model\n  D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\n  Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\n  Goin against raw dogs ya lost\n  The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\n  On beat off beat drunk flow here we go\n  Assignments handed out each individual stand out\n  Carryin his own clout\n  Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\n  Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\n  Lyrical genocide on the witty side\n  Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\n  Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\n  You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\n  Blow your mind ditto with no conscience\n  I decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\n  This concludes my repetoire what I be on\n  MC's make way for mine or get peed on\n  Fuck that\n"},{"id":29697882,"name":"Day One (Showbiz Remix)","trackName":"Day One (Showbiz Remix)","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"Rare & Unreleased EP","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition\nNo repetition holdin down Bronx tradition\nMy composition simply squash the competition\nStep up and get beat into submission\nCause this musician with the street intuition\n7-35 fuel-injected transmission\nMy opposition will have to recognize my steez\nExotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees\nSo please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick\nQuick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick\nSon I'm sick and you could put that on my mama\nExclamation point, quotation, comma\nLay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas\nThe skills go back to the days of wonderama\nSo pass the scama, son its time to get this money\nSo we can relax and recline where its sunny\n\nI went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine\nTo rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name\nTo be precise rippin mics is the light of my life\nYou frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life\nThe price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy\nIts every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream\nYou mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you\nMore nines and extra clips than you\nWhere I live it ain't a nice town\nYou can't walk around with ice down\nSome clown probably gettin stuck right now\nPeace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E\nDiamond D, Lord Finesse, and me\nI'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York\nA bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort\nJackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps\nMuch love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets\n\nYo, most these rap cats don't know\nWhere it started, wher it came from\nWe been rappin this shit since Day One\nDiggin In The Crates originators\nWhy niggas playa haters\nKnowin damn well you can't fade us\n[A.G. 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(\n  You better take me out quick\n  Cause I'm accurate when I bust mine\n  And make it count like Jordan at crunch time\n  Just in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\n  You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\n  So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\n  Take note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\n  Disregard your crew, fuck your heart\n  Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n  'Til death do us part\n  Until then master this art and kill them\n  With the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\n  Hold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\n  If that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\n  Bang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\n  Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\n  Wu-diggity if you with me then say word\n  Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\n  Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\n  We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\n  We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\n  You got some nice players they just on the wrong team\n  Nahmean... as the world turns\n  Avoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\n  Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\n  Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\n  Be the cat with the groovy soul\n  Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\n  You know the deal I represent skills\n  And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\n  On the real thats my motto\n  To hard to follow\n  When dinasour perform goin out like bravado\n  Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model\n  D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\n  [O.\n  Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\n  Goin against raw dogs ya lost\n  The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\n  On beat off beat drunk flow here we go\n  Assignments handed out each individual stand out\n  Carryin his own clout\n  Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\n  Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\n  Lyrical genocide on the witty side\n  Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\n  Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\n  You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\n  Blow your mind ditto with no conscience\n  I decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\n  This concludes my repetoire what I be on\n  MC's make way for mine or get peed on\n  Fuck that\n"},{"id":21488891,"name":"Day One (Prod. 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(\n  You better take me out quick\n  Cause I'm accurate when I bust mine\n  And make it count like Jordan at crunch time\n  Just in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\n  You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\n  So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\n  Take note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\n  Disregard your crew, fuck your heart\n  Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n  'Til death do us part\n  Until then master this art and kill them\n  With the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\n  Hold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\n  If that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\n  Bang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\n  Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\n  Wu-diggity if you with me then say word\n  Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\n  Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\n  We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\n  We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\n  You got some nice players they just on the wrong team\n  Nahmean... as the world turns\n  Avoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\n  Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\n  Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\n  Be the cat with the groovy soul\n  Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\n  You know the deal I represent skills\n  And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\n  On the real thats my motto\n  To hard to follow\n  When dinasour perform goin out like bravado\n  Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model\n  D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\n  [O.\n  Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\n  Goin against raw dogs ya lost\n  The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\n  On beat off beat drunk flow here we go\n  Assignments handed out each individual stand out\n  Carryin his own clout\n  Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\n  Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\n  Lyrical genocide on the witty side\n  Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\n  Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\n  You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\n  Blow your mind ditto with no conscience\n  I decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\n  This concludes my repetoire what I be on\n  MC's make way for mine or get peed on\n  Fuck that\n"},{"id":34549872,"name":"Day One (Feat. 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(\n  You better take me out quick\n  Cause I'm accurate when I bust mine\n  And make it count like Jordan at crunch time\n  Just in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines\n  You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine\n  So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time\n  Take note of your technique like we sceme on dimes\n  Disregard your crew, fuck your heart\n  Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage\n  'Til death do us part\n  Until then master this art and kill them\n  With the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins\n  Hold my head, but when I've had it I test chins\n  If that ain't real then feel the stainless steel\n  Bang'em and hang'em like they did our relatives\n  Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative\n  Wu-diggity if you with me then say word\n  Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg\n\n  Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough\n  We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough\n  We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream\n  You got some nice players they just on the wrong team\n  Nahmean... as the world turns\n  Avoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm\n  Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile\n  Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils\n  Be the cat with the groovy soul\n  Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles\n  You know the deal I represent skills\n  And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil\n  On the real thats my motto\n  To hard to follow\n  When dinasour perform goin out like bravado\n  Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model\n  D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow\n\n  [O.\n  Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces\n  Goin against raw dogs ya lost\n  The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin\n  On beat off beat drunk flow here we go\n  Assignments handed out each individual stand out\n  Carryin his own clout\n  Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat\n  Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin\n  Lyrical genocide on the witty side\n  Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue\n  Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud\n  You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad\n  Blow your mind ditto with no conscience\n  I decide the law motherfucker I'm Congress\n  This concludes my repetoire what I be on\n  MC's make way for mine or get peed on\n  Fuck that\n"}]