Tommy Boy Records is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Queen Latifah, House of Pain, Coolio and Naughty By Nature.
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Lyrics:
[Diamond D]
Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition
No repetition holding down Bronx traditions
My compositions simply squash the competition
Step up and get beat into 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 Bahamas
The skills go back to the days of Wonderama
So pass the scama, son its time to get this money
So we can relax and recline where it’s sunny
[Big L]
I went from standing on the corner selling cocaine
To ripping shows live on stage with hoes yelling my name
To be precise ripping mics is the light of my life
You fronting 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 nines with extra clips than you
Where I live it ain’t a nice town
You can’t walk around iced down
Some clown probably getting stuck right now
Peace to D-I-T-C, 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 niggas holding the fort
Jacking creeps, packing heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps
Much love to all my peeps who got covered with sheets
[Hook]
Most these rap cats don’t know where it started, where it came from
We been repping this shit since Day One
Digging In The Crates originators
Why niggas player hate us, knowing damn well you can’t fade us
[A.G.]
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 Fishburne 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, fuck 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
[Lord Finesse]
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 cream
You got some nice players, they just on the wrong team
Knah’mean? 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 acting with no movie roles
You know the deal, I represent skills
And niggas with bent grills that live to make a mill
On the real that’s my motto, too hard to follow
Will die in sorrow before I’m going out like Gravato
Hard to hit like Lotto, underworld role model
D.I.T.C. we be them cats of tomorrow
[Hook]
[O.C.]
Holding it down for D.I.T.C, niggas stink like feces
Coming against raw dogs you’re lost
The way I stimulate rhyme and rhythmatic timing
On beat, off beat, drunk flow here we go
Assignments handed out, each individual stand out
Carrying 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 weighing 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 of what I be on
MC’s make way for mines or get peed on
Fuck that
Hear me out: Imagine forming a group where everyone gets to pick their name by their own preference and some guy just finding a way to rime all those random names together. This is nuts!!
Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition No repetition holding down Bronx traditions My compositions simply squash the competition Step up and get beat into 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 Bahamas The skills go back to the days of Wonderama So pass the scama, son its 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
BIG L though! RIP He was special with the flows!
REALITY
Somehow Jay Z is influenced by Big L
Contrast to Consciousness / Rodney's Publishing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhaM0p9c09M
Love it always come back to this one❤❤Horacheo
Hear me out: Imagine forming a group where everyone gets to pick their name by their own preference and some guy just finding a way to rime all those random names together. This is nuts!!
Oc and big l stand out on this track
Skipped directly to Big L's verse. 1:02
Didn't see Finesse coming
I got this cd in the library of a very small village, south france…i can never thank enough the person who made me discover this. This is real stuff.
Big L is insane on the mic
2023 we still bumpin that classic ny shit
Finesse got the best verse hands down
That beat is filthy.
Big L deserves 100 Million views on this verse!!! That was unreal!
One of my favorite old school hip hop records, Each one of them killed their verse, also the beat fire as fuck.
Anyone else just stop everything else when this comes on. Can't do shit else but bob
Thats Right
Who the 2nd guy that rapped?
Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition
No repetition holding down Bronx traditions
My compositions simply squash the competition
Step up and get beat into 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 Bahamas
The skills go back to the days of Wonderama
So pass the scama, son its 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
元ネタはオリバーセインのオンザヒルらしい。
This might be my favorite Big L verse ever
This is how hip hop sounds. First heard this song on tape cassette.
They are all so lyrical and the delivery is on point
CA All day Friday nite flavors u know if U know
Real NYC shit
Diamond D ran up in Rashad Smith's pockets over this beat.
There are still a few folks out here carrying on this tradition —> https://youtu.be/8NSFBZ0a-tA
Sounds like young Gs by diddy
Oh lawd!…I remember taping this from the stretch and Bob show…coming to school high as f#$"? Off trees and dope music!