Lord Finesse (born Robert Hall) is a legendary MC-turned-producer who has produced tracks for Notorious B.I.G. (1997's Ready to Die) and Dr. Dre (1999's Chronic). As a young cocky MC, he would travel to any borough in New York to battle their best rapper and win. He shopped his demo to various record labels and eventually dropped the first of several records, his 1990 classic Funky Technician. The record had a few tracks produced by his good friend Diamond (formerly Diamond D), a former member of the rap group Ultimate Force. One of the oldest members in the D.I.T.C. crew, Diamond got his first whiff of hip-hop DJing for Jazzy Jay of the Zulu Nation in 1979. In the mid-'80s, he was turntable scratching at late-night park parties, often competing with area top DJs (Showbiz was once his nemesis.) In 1992, this DJ, then a producer, showcased New York City's underground talent and his rap skills on his classic debut Stunts, Blunts & Hip-Hop.
Bronx native Fat Joe became the first Latino rapper in New York to secure a solo deal with a major label with his 1993 debut Representin'. In 1998, his Don Cartagena release went gold (500,000 copies sold). Showbiz & A.G. were the first to adopt the do-it-yourself attitude by releasing their 1992 debut EP, Can I Get a Soul Clap, practically out of the trunk of their cars. Showbiz, a name he stolen from an old Richard Pryor record, pioneered taking an instrumental and looping voices over it. His partner A.G. was known as the Bronx's "punchline" rapper. Through the mid-'90s, he was a prolific producer, producing tracks for primarily underground rap acts. In 1999, A.G. restarted his rap career with his solo CD Dirty Version.
Meanwhile, another Bronx native named Buckwild, who once started out as Lord Finesse's apprentice in his production company, started producing tracks around 1994. He later delivered melodic beats for rap heavyweights like Fat Joe, Notorious B.I.G., Big L, Mic Geronimo, and Big Pun. But it was his first at-bat, producing tracks for O.C.'s Word Life in 1994, that established him as a vital producer in the underground rap scene. O.C., one of hip-hop's most energetic lyricists, was an up-and-coming MC before Word Life. After the album's release, he made numerous guest appearances on other D.I.T.C. members' records while maintaining a low profile.
The final member of D.I.T.C. was Big L, a lyrically ferocious MC with raps deadlier than a snakebite and mannerisms cooler than the uptown pimp he claimed to be on records. Calling himself the flamboyant (meaning "rich") MC, he dropped his classic 1994 record Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous on Columbia. He was gearing up for a comeback, with a second CD due for release on Rawkus, when he was slain on February 15, 1999. The crew came together later that year for a memorial concert at Trammps in New York (anthologized by a series of CD releases), and recorded a self-titled group record in 2000. In 2011 it was reported by Showbiz that the group will no longer release any new material due to musical differences
War Games
D.I.T.C. Lyrics
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What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka
Me and Premo, you know, East New York
Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places
Yo
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle
O.C. ample to rock shit
Battle niggas who pop shit
Green bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
Run thru your section
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
Ill gorilla so called killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
sharp like gem stars
Cause massive scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
I bust off like a M-16
Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
Apprehended if I am
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
All MC's lets make one thing clear
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
[Chorus: x2]
I declare War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Then toge it, back to B.I.
See I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any style
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
Willies para-
Noid, niggas all non void
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
When I flow I get comatose
In my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
I mean team same name, never change
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
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"War Games"
The song War Games by D.I.T.C. featuring O.C. is a rap battle anthem highlighting O.C.'s skills as a rapper and his readiness to engage in a war of words. O.C.'s lyrical prowess is compared to that of a disciplined soldier, always ready for battle, and his training is reflected in the clever wordplay and metaphors he employs. The chorus of the song declares “War Games” as a way to engage in lyrical battle with those who flaunt their wealth for more fame. The lyrics also make reference to many New York City neighborhoods such as East New York, Bushwick, and Bedstuy, indicating where the rapper is from.
The verses in the song illustrate O.C.'s keen ability to take on opposing forces in a mêlée of words. Drawing on his military-style discipline and training, he compares himself to an "M-16" and a "trained rap-killing machine." He also incorporates clever wordplay, using lines like "slide through enemy lines like a black ack figga" and "bugs cover my grill like Iranians" to demonstrate his superior skill. Overall, the song War Games is a celebration of O.C.'s lyrical prowess and his ability to compete and win in the rap battle arena.
Line by Line Meaning
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
I am disciplined like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
I am ready for war and get physically fit
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
What's going on Preme? I mean the situation
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
I am confident that I have it under control and War Games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle
I am a rap commando
O.C. ample to rock shit
O.C. has the ability to rock it
Battle niggas who pop shit
I battle those who talk tough
Green bareen thought slicka
I have clever thoughts
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
I am ahead of my opponents, like a black aircraft maneuvering past enemy defenses
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
I camouflage myself and go through your territory with detection
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
Because I am a dark-skinned marksman
Run thru your section
I run through your area
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
I have strong and durable physical qualities
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
Bugs cover my face mask like Iranians
Ill gorilla so called killas
I am an ill gorilla-like killer
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
I am only afraid of Allah, because he is still within us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
I am a Renaissance man and I hang out with real people like a grenade
sharp like gem stars
I am sharp like ninja throwing stars
Cause massive scars
I cause massive emotional scars through my raps
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
O.C. is involved and I have been great for years
Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
I am back in the rap scene and I declare War Games
I bust off like a M-16
I start rapping aggressively like an M-16 rifle
Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
My rhymes are intense and bloody, soaking through your attire
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
I am a rap veteran who earned my stripes and fought wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
Would opposing forces defeat me, O.C.?
Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
You feel sick or uneasy
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Be cautious, step carefully, because my rhymes can cause an explosion
Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
I feel sorry for my opponents, and I don't care about G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
G.I. Joe is weak, and I would slap the arrogance out of opponents
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
I craft my rhymes like a government plan
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
Like Steve Austin, I am valuable
Apprehended if I am
I will be arrested if caught
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
My body will erupt like an explosion when tested
M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
I have M-16 shells and fill voids with weapons
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
I go through crowds and weak opponents will sing high-pitched soprano notes
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
When I battle against you, I will end your career
All MC's lets make one thing clear
Let's clarify something for all MC's
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
All MC's are similar, but I will stand out, I don't care about fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
I feel confident and ready to start War Games
I declare War Games
I declare War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
For those who show off money for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
I utilize guerrilla warfare tactics and have unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power
I have fireproof camouflage and power
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
I precisely aim and shoot when I pull back
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
My rap will harm you, your team, and even your girl
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
My rhymes are uncut and raw like cocaine
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Preme gathers up the boys and we smoke
Then toge it, back to B.I.
Then all together and back to Brooklyn
See I can do this, I'm professional
I can do this rap thing because I am professional
Too much weight to weigh any style
I have too much skill to be defined by any one style
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
I am like a high-quality Dutch Master cigar that you should enjoy inhaling
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the Willies para-
Young rappers experience fear when they hear my rhymes
Noid, niggas all non void
Niggas are paranoid and afraid
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
Don't mess with O.C. or you will be destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Like a marine, I am a well-trained and deadly rap artist
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
I am eager to perform and take over from New York to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
I conquer overseas, and I am rough like the video game character Blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
I enjoy taking down imposters, and it makes for great drama
When I flow I get comatose
When I rap, I enter a trance-like state
In my own world
I am in my own world while performing
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
From the beginning of my rap, you can see my plan unfolding
I mean team same name, never change
I mean having the same team and name, and never changing
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
My ammunition is my demo and my competition is other MC's
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: OMAR GERRYL CREDLE, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN
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