Internationally Known – D.I.T.C – letras

[O.C.]Majestic, double-breasted, shine like diamonds, illustriousRainbow glow, charismatic, my crew’s the fattest fansStrung off the rhyme time like a cocaine addictWho the fucks says otherwise? My skills incognitoTest me son, I turn evilOld school, Wallaby type, Sugar Hill grillLaid back, relax, like I hold a milParadise seeking, lumps of cheddar, I considerWhile the bass go BOMP BOMP to live betterI dream of pushing vehicles, three or soAt times I dress b-boy, at times b-boDuh-duh-duh stutter shit, I still say the butter shitSharp on the mic, I bring out that box cutter shitD-I-T man, you know who the fuck we areBack cats conbine with niggas that’s D.R.O.C. hold it down like I’m drowning a manHome run hitting chicks grand slamming ’em manYes, we’re internationally knownTo drop a hot poem on the microphoneCause we get stupid, I mean outrageousRunning through your town kid, tearing down stages[Fat Joe]Don’t get it fucked up or twisted, Joey the Coke’s about to rip shitAnd end your existance in an instantFor instance, I got button men to rack in instantsInflict pain, step back, Paulie the dentistThe root canal, governments trying to shoot me downFor calling Uncle Sam’s bluff in the Boogie DownTax free, a visit gijante, is who backs meA made man who plays better with PatakiYou ask me, « D.I.T.C., what does that mean? »Diplomatic Immunity when we Taking Cream (Roof!)Enterprise, take a look into these Spanish eyesCabrini Green the color of a man that vanished diesThe man disguised in American ridesWell Armageaddon’s bumping coke and drinking IdesI slide, beep the horn on the 525Ass we passing ’em by we toss the peace sign in the skyYes, we’re internationally knownTo drop a hot poem on the microphoneCause we get stupid, I mean outrageousRunning through your town kid, tearing down stages[Big L]Ayo I gotta get the cash, gotta get the doughGotta put it in my stash and lay lowHoneys used to walk right past years agoLook at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn’t blowFor real son, it’s a new rebel in townPlaya for life, picture L settling downWhenever I’m around, on your girl’s face is a smileNever copping out, I’m taking all my cases to trialYou knoe my team’s the best, you’ve never seen me stressedI be extremely fresh in the green GSCrusing dumb slow fronting with the gun in my lapSo keep running your trap and I’ll put one in your capI got the street game and weak fame, I won’t buy itNiggas be thinking about sticking me, but don’t try itI know you work, boo, but take a week offSo we can sneak off to a hotel and freak offFellas be jealous because I be going placesI got some open cases but I’m a beat them because I’m holding papersI’m at the dice game headcracking while you rolling acesI keep a stack of them new 100’s with the swollen facesYes, we’re internationally knownTo drop a hot poem on the microphoneCause we get stupid, I mean outrageousRunning through your town kid, tearing down stages (Repeat 2x)