B.O.B. - Day1 lyrics

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B.O.B. - Day1 lyrics

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 sk**s go back to the days of wonderama So pa** 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 c**aine 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 n***as 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 sh** since Day One Diggin' In The Crates originators Why n***as 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, f** your heart Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage 'Til d**h do us part Until then master this art and k** 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 n***as 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 pica**o 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 sk**s And n***as 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 sh** since Day One Diggin' In The Crates originators Why n***as playa haters Knowin' damn well you can't fade us Holdin it down for D.I.T.C n***as 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 n***as give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud You waste my time n***a so I bagged your broad Blow your mind ditto with no conscience I decide the law motherf**er I'm Congress This concludes my repetoire what I be on MC's make way for mine or get peed on f** that

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