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
Where Ya At
D.I.T.C. Lyrics
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Aiyyo it's funny dunn
The two nicest niggas unite as one
Collide the sun wit the moon, BOOM!!
I leave you brighted from
My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit
Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you wit?
Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
And curl the planets
I'm ?palanatic? wit lyrics spannin for galaxies
Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin, controllin the time
Flip over the line, I'm blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme
I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
It's satisfaction guaranteed
Wit Fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
Kickin your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
I have to be perfectly honest
You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
I verbally vomit on how much niggas try to get us
With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits
I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise
Now you know me for life
Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice
Chorus (Big Punisher) (Milano)
If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?)
Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?)
Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, hold that!
If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?)
I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?)
Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, baby!
(Milano)
Yo I camel-clutch mics, a truce gahzuntite
Guess I'm allergic when shit ain't done right
You spread disease while the vaccine is what I write
Couldn't avoid this, sit tight
All aboard ship, on my voy-age
Purple Explorers, seven warriors my aura
You tied a ? and boredom, Milan bring more than offer
High exalted, boned a Lazarus scultptor
You penny-weight style
While my piece alone around three pounds
I had to serve nerds, and throw it down, stuck for a reason
Laid up a whole season, pen and pad style
Honeymooners like Jack Gleason
Blessin the whole reason
Until my niggas max out, hold the axe out
Whoever front, saw the procedure
All you thugs now wit misdemeanors
I seen ya'll in clubs, poppin Zima
Fake minks wit ninety percent of it beaver
Thought you was killin em?
I played the back wit two dime Brazilians
Cogniac and ice buckets, puttin a slight chill to them
Rock platinum like I sold a million
Trapped on my island like Gilligan
Really, Manhattan niggas here, you gotta feel em
It ain't hard, sent to Parkwest Hall
Straight up the Malcom Boulevard
Wit no bars, I write scriptures
Me on beats is a fatal attraction when I give you the business
Caught a dough virus for spittin sick shit
Got niggas like "Who is this?"
On this '99 classical edition
Chorus
The opening verse of D.I.T.C.'s Where Ya At, features Big Punisher as he unites with his fellow rapper for an energetic display of lyrical genius. The first lines introduce the listener to a unique blend of the sun and the moon, signifying the togetherness of Punisher and his counterpart. As the verse progresses, it's clear that Punisher's lyrical prowess is matched by few. He touches on themes of destruction, fear, and precision in his lyrical wordplay. His flow is sharp and confident, and he manages to take the listener on a journey through space and time, adding to the song's overall impact.
Milano takes the baton with his verse that can be interpreted as a warning to his competition. His style is unique and unapologetic, and he makes sure to let everyone know that his wordplay is a vaccine for the disease of sub-par lyrics infecting the industry. He adds to the song with his clever wordplay that speaks on being trapped on an island and a fatal attraction to him on beats. The chorus of the song is catchy and has an upbeat tempo that will have listeners nodding their heads and maybe even wanting to join in.
Line by Line Meaning
Aiyyo it's funny dunn
Hey, it's amusing how things work out sometimes
The two nicest niggas unite as one
The two best rappers have come together
Collide the sun wit the moon, BOOM!!
Bringing together opposing forces in a powerful way
I leave you brighted from
My presence makes a lasting impression on you
My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit
I have a lot of ammunition and can take over the world with it
Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you wit?
I am committed to my craft; who is on my level?
Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
My music takes you on a journey of darkness and fear
I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and moon
I have a powerful impact on the world
And curl the planets
I have the power to control the universe
I'm palanatic wit lyrics spannin for galaxies
I have an obsessive love for my art and my music reaches far and wide
Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity
I will defeat you using precise and calculated techniques; my lyrics are so powerful they hurt
Rapidly flowin, controllin the time
My rhymes come quickly and control the tempo of the song
Flip over the line, I'm blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme
My lyrics are so good they will surprise and impress you
I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
I am at my peak and unstoppable
You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
You can try to defeat me, but you will still fail
It's satisfaction guaranteed
You can count on being entertained by my music
Wit Fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
My lyrics are like works of fiction, much like those of Quentin Tarantino
Kickin your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
My rhymes will surprise and scare you
I have to be perfectly honest
I have to tell you the truth
You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
My way of using language and slang is so impressive it deserves its own celebration
I verbally vomit on how much niggas try to get us
I express my frustration with those who try to bring me down
With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits
Even if the lyrics are bad, I make them sound good and out of this world
I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise
My lyrics are like a great structure because they are precise and thought out
Now you know me for life
My music will always be a part of you
Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice
I am Big Pun, and I am wearing a lot of expensive jewelry
If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?)
If I'm not at home with my family, where am I?
Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?)
I am likely cutting drugs at a hidden location
Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, hold that!
I am hanging out with my friends, having a good time, and living life to the fullest
If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?)
If I'm not having sex with someone, where am I?
I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?)
I am likely driving around with drugs in my car
Yo I camel-clutch mics, a truce gahzuntite
I am dominating the microphone, and you'd better acknowledge it
Guess I'm allergic when shit ain't done right
I cannot stand when things are not done properly
You spread disease while the vaccine is what I write
Your bad music is like a disease, but my music is like a cure
Couldn't avoid this, sit tight
You cannot escape my lyrics, so listen closely
All aboard ship, on my voy-age
Hop aboard my musical journey
Purple Explorers, seven warriors my aura
I am driving a fancy car, and I have a powerful presence
High exalted, boned a Lazarus scultptor
I am held in high regard, and my sexual conquests are like that of a legendary figure
You penny-weight style
Your style is weak and insignificant
While my piece alone around three pounds
I have a lot of money and a large gun
I had to serve nerds, and throw it down, stuck for a reason
I had to defeat less-talented rappers to prove my worth
Laid up a whole season, pen and pad style
I spent an entire season writing music and honing my craft
Honeymooners like Jack Gleason
I am enjoying my success like the characters in the TV show The Honeymooners
Blessin the whole reason
I am making everyone proud with my success
Until my niggas max out, hold the axe out
I will continue to make music until I reach the pinnacle of success
Whoever front, saw the procedure
Anyone who opposes me will see how things work around here
All you thugs now wit misdemeanors
You may be tough, but you are not as successful as me
I seen ya'll in clubs, poppin Zima
I have seen you in clubs drinking a cheap beer
Fake minks wit ninety percent of it beaver
Your fur coat is fake and poor quality
Thought you was killin em?
Did you really think you were impressive?
I played the back wit two dime Brazilians
I was hanging out with two beautiful women
Cogniac and ice buckets, puttin a slight chill to them
I am drinking expensive brandy and enjoying myself
Rock platinum like I sold a million
I am wearing expensive jewelry like I've sold a million records
Trapped on my island like Gilligan
I am stuck in the music industry, unable to escape
Really, Manhattan niggas here, you gotta feel em
I am representing for the people of Manhattan and they are proud
It ain't hard, sent to Parkwest Hall
It is easy for me to perform at a large venue
Straight up the Malcom Boulevard
I am going up the famous Malcolm X Boulevard
Wit no bars, I write scriptures
I am able to write amazing music without any hindrances
Me on beats is a fatal attraction when I give you the business
My music is powerful and will draw you in
Caught a dough virus for spittin sick shit
I became successful quickly for writing amazing music
Got niggas like "Who is this?"
People are really noticing my music and wondering who I am
On this '99 classical edition
This is the classic music of 1999, and it will stand the test of time
Contributed by Nora H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@kotwbutach9701
RIP RAP BOSSES 🙏
Big Pun.. what a flow.. 🚤
@channel_abc123_
Underrated asf
@realrap212
https://youtu.be/zCNxcAwgcpo
@gingerben9310
Big Puns flow is sick sounds like hes slurring but hes rapping slick as fuck.
@Connorita91
Favorite verse of all time is big puns here. Always has been.
@davidh6326
❤️pun
@SebaKurdi
D.I.T.C. Legendary group...Real Rap Hop
@josephfazio7648
RIP 🎤🔥💯😎
@jayechevarria7380
Who you wittttt!???? Classic!!!!
@chuckiebrownbfly
All that time an we still don't got an anniversary to acknowledge the way he worked the ebonics