D.I.T.C - Day One [Street]

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took them out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbing those in the industry
 Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your camp
 He might step off and take half the juice from your amp
Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
 They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
 Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
 And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
 Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, buzzing and really on it
Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords
 Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords
You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet
 All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
 Only means, get rid of the wack shit you're holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles rolled while doing your two-step
 Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
 With the brush stroke off the canvas
 I walk on your Gators and lizards
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rocking them Blizzards
 Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
 To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns
Supernova give off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only cause I let off first

Gza - Paper Plate

from Wu-Tang's debut album "Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)". Sped up for copyright infringement 

Wu-Tang Clan "Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit"

From the EPMD Rampage VLS, as ripped by CRDS for The Remix Files compilation. http://www.longislandrap.com/2014/06/epmd-remix-files.html

EPMD - I'm Mad (DJ Scratch Jazz Mix)

Company Flow - 8 Steps (Lost Mix) (1997)

Showbiz & AG - Spit

C'mon Wit Tha Git Down - {Artifacts Cover)

Gang Starr - You know my steez (1997)

KRS One - Outta Here (1993)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6TLWqn82J4
[Phife Dawg:]
Ayo Bo knows this and Bo knows that
But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothas front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so

Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Zs troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from

I'm vexed, fuming, I've had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there
Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

Charlie Brown
Yes yes y'all  
Who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all 
Real live y'all 
Inside outside come around
(who's that?) Brown
So may I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates contact
Can I get a hit? 
Boom bip with a brother named Tip
And we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill 'til the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio to the video to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario

(Dinco D)
(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenarios, radios, rates more than four
Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors
Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore
Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes baked for the wakes
Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader
Base in the space means peace, see ya later
Later? (Later!) Later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound (oh!)

[Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes:]
It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left 'cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test the water, little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then they rebuked and you had to smack
Causing rambunction, throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear

You know I did it
So don't violate or you get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played-out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario

[Busta Rhymes:]
Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact boom! from the cannon
Not bragging, tryna read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When digging into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh-a
Uh, uh uh, all over the track man
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron
Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this, I will, twist you in a turban
And had you smelling ripe, like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, butt cheeks they were kicking
Yo, busting out before the Busta bust another rhyme
The rhythm is in sync (uh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)
Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!
Yeah, my man motherfucker!

A Tribe Called Quest (Feat. Leaders of the New School) | Scenario (1991) Underground Mix

Tha Alkaholiks - Daaam (Buckwild Remix) 1995

What's good this ya man James but the stage name is Fat Ba$tard J. Coming out of the port city better known as Mobile, Alabama. I'm very passionate about music Not just mine alone. My music is what I call "different from what you expect" l. I'm young but process a old school swag. Representing HGM , HiG0v3r and real music, real Hip-hop

C'mon Wit Tha Git Down - {Artifacts Cover)

FATBa$tard Jay