🎵 Internationally Known // by D.I.T.C.

15 ContributorsInternationally Known Lyrics Samples a Cat Stevens track from album “Izitso” (1977) [Intro] Ugh Yeah Ugh [Verse 1: O.C.] Majestic, double-breasted, shine like diamonds, illustrious Rainbow glow, charismatic, my crew's the fattest fans Strung off the rhyme time like a cocaine addict Who the fuck say otherwise? My steeze incognito Test me son, I turn evil Old school, Wallaby type, Sugar Hill grill Laid back, and mack, relax, like I hold a mil Paradise seeking, lumps of cheddar, I consider While the bass go BOMP BOMP to live better I dream of pushing vehicles, three or so At times I dress b-boy, at times b-bo Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh stutter shit, I still say the butter shit Sharp open mic, I bring out that box cutter shit D-I-T man, you know who the fuck we are Black cats combine with niggas that's D.R O.C. hold it down like I'm drowning a man Home run hitting chicks grand slamming 'em Ugh [Chorus: Lord Finesse] Yes, we're internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Because we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Don't get it fucked up or twisted, Joey the Coke's about to rip shit And end your existence in an instant For instance, I got button men to rackin' fences Inflict pain, step back, Paulie the dentist The root canal, governments trying to shoot me down For calling Uncle Sam's bluff in the Boogie Down Tax free, a visit gigante, is who backs me A made man who plays Geppetto with Pataki You ask me, "D.I.T.C., what does that mean?" Diplomatic Immunity when we Taking Cream (Roof!) Enterprise, take a look into these Spanish eyes Cabrini Green the color of a man that vanished dies The man disguised in American rides While Armageddon's on the corner, bumping coke and drinking Ides I slide, beep the horn on the 525 As we passing 'em by we toss the peace sign in the sky [Chorus: Lord Finesse] Yes, we're internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Because we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages [Verse 3: Big L] Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough Gotta put it in my stash and lay low Honeys used to walk right past years ago Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't blow For real son, it's a new rebel in town Playa for life, picture L settling down Whenever I'm around, on your girl's face is a smile Never copping out, I'm taking all my cases to trial You know my team's the best, you've never seen me stressed I be extremely fresh in the green GS Cruising dumb slow fronting with the gun on my lap So keep running your trap and I'll put one in your cap I got the street fame and weed game, I won't buy it Niggas be thinking about sticking me, but don't try it I know you work, boo, but take a week off So we can sneak off to a hotel so we can freak off Fellas be jealous 'cause I'm going places I got some open cases, but I'ma beat 'em 'cause I'm holding papers I'm at the dice game headcracking while you rolling aces I keep a stack of them new 100s with the swollen faces [Chorus: Lord Finesse] Yes, we're internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Because we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages Yes, we're internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Because we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages [Outro] Still diggin' y'all Still diggin' y'all Still diggin' y'all '97 y'all, one time D.I.T.C Aight