1. The by far most popular group called The Diplomats (also known as Dipset) are a Harlem, New York-based group who previously signed to Roc-A-Fella Records, but now are signed to own label Diplomats Record. Founded by rappers Cam'ron and Jim Jones, the group released their debut album Diplomatic Immunity under their imprint Diplomat Records.
Diplomat Records also distribute artist Cam'ron through Asylum Records. Under Koch Entertainment, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, 40 Cal., Freekey Zekey, J.R. Writer, Hell Rell, Un Kasa and Jha Jha are also signed on as members of The Diplomats record label. London-based duo, S.A.S, are also part of The Diplomats. Another member, Jay Bezel, is signed to Sure Shot Records. The group's sophomore album Diplomatic Immunity 2 was released under Koch Entertainment. Juelz Santana currently is the only member still signed to Diplomat Records and Def Jam Records.
One of the defining elements of the Diplomats' music is the innovative slang they have incorporated into their lyrics. The broader hip-hop community has accepted and utilized many of their terms, including "doggie,", "no homo", "piff," "huff," "u mad?", "move the movement", "off' wit' Ya' Kufi Smacker", "goonies goo goo,", "duck tales", "family matters", and "coochie rap". They also coined the greeting, "What's Really Good?". Many of the rappers were signed, and were premiered in mixtapes, but the Diplomats did not become exclusive until 2003 with their cd Diplomatic Immunity. In previous music videos when Cam'ron was starting his career you could see fellow diplomats like Jim Jones or Freeky Zeeky. The Diplomats have also gained notable street credability through their mixtapes, especially in New York, and have made a small fortune through mixtape sales. They also have their own brand of Liquor, Sizzurp.
2. The Diplomats were a mid-90's pop band from Roanoke, Virginia Heavily influenced by Big Star.
3. The Diplomats is also an avant jazz project consisting of Rob Brown (as), Steve Swell (tb) and Harris Eisenstadt (d).
4. The Diplomats were a soul group of the 1960s from Washington DC, United States, very popular in the United Kingdom during the Northern Soul boom of the 1970s. They would later become the New York-based Skull Snaps.
5. The Diplomats were a short-lived British rock band from Yorkshire, who released a self-funded single during the Mod revival of the early 1980s: 'Memories Of You' b/w 'I'll Keep On Holding On' (the latter being a cover version of the Marvelettes' original. The Diplomats were fronted by Andy Welsh, who later joined The Scene.
Dipset Symphony
The Diplomats Lyrics
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Intro
I dont care what yall say, what yall do, but yall better rep harlem until the goddamn music is through. Mr C. lets do it
(Juelz Santana)
All eyes on the honorable (who)
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me
You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down
(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked
(Hell Rell)
Now can I kick it yes I can
They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am
Look Ive overpaid my dues
I almost made the news
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me
You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me, I made myself
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself
(J.R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Before I became a teen
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques
That aint made of plaque WHOA
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black
(Un Kasa)
I keep a nine in my dresser
Lyrical proffessor
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) and sip Lua
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha
(Mr C.)
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, Un Kasa,
The Diplomats' song Dipset Symphony is a classic hip-hop track that has become an anthem for the Harlem-based collective. The intro sets the tone for the song, with a passionate call to rep Harlem until the very end. Juelz Santana starts the first verse with an aggressive flow, drawing attention to the omnipresent "heat" that his crew carries. He asserts his dominance over the game, claiming that his return has left it in disarray. Jim Jones' verse is more introspective, reflecting on his journey from a street corner hustler to a successful artist. He waxes nostalgic about his younger days, spending long hours on corners selling drugs to make ends meet. Hell Rell's verse is all about asserting his street cred, reminding listeners of his dedication to the game. He paints a vivid picture of a block consumed by the drug trade, where only the toughest survive. J.R. Writer's verse is a nod to his early days, when he was just a "fiend" chasing the latest luxury cars. He boasts about his success, rapping about how he can now bring home the big money. Finally, Un Kasa rounds things off with a punchy verse, bragging about his lyrical prowess and his love of fast cars and heady brews.
Line by Line Meaning
All eyes on the honorable (who)
Everyone is paying attention to Dipset, the honorable crew.
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
Dipset is back, live and ready to take over at the barbeque!
(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival
All my friends are wild and crazy, like a carnival.
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do
If you mess with us, you'll get shot down and lie on the ground like a carpet.
Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Get ready, we're coming for you and the kids are ready to fight too.
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me
I'm back, and I'm going to dominate the game.
You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
If you try to act tough, you'll get shot down like a clown.
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down
If you act like a punk, you'll get beaten down.
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Years ago, I sold drugs on the bench and made money.
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
People are getting high on drugs on my street corner.
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
We're chilling, drinking and trying to save up enough money for sneakers.
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
We're relaxing in the car, smoking some marijuana.
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
We're out here on the street, dealing drugs.
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
I'm watching out for the police while we're dealing drugs.
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
We have to sell drugs to survive.
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked
I'm from New York, don't mess with me.
Now can I kick it yes I can
Can I do my thing? Of course, I can.
They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am
People are asking if I'm tough, and I am.
Look Ive overpaid my dues
I've worked hard and paid my dues.
I almost made the news
I almost became famous for my deeds.
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
Things are tough, but we'll still sell drugs.
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me
If I was a kilo of cocaine, you wouldn't know how to handle me.
You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me
You'd probably get high on the drugs instead of selling them.
Nobody built me, I made myself
I worked hard to become successful, it wasn't just given to me.
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself
You don't know how to use guns, you might accidentally shoot yourself.
I was a fiend
I used to be addicted to drugs.
Before I became a teen
I was already using drugs before I was a teenager.
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
I used to dream of owning luxurious cars and would do whatever it takes to get them.
Made me cream cuz Aye
I made so much money it was unbelievable.
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
We had drugs on our block before it was a popular thing.
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
I'm earning a lot of money and I'm successful, don't hate on me.
Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques
Cam'ron, our record label owner, is excited because I'm going to make our label successful.
That aint made of plaque WHOA
I have real success, it's not just fake awards.
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black
Your jewelry is fake, and you bought it from someone who had fake jewelry too. All of it will fade over time.
I keep a nine in my dresser
I keep a gun in my drawer for protection.
Lyrical proffessor
I'm a skilled rapper.
Keep u under pressure
I'll keep you intimidated and scared.
Aint a nigga better
No one can beat me in rap.
Mind like a computer Six rugers
My mind is sharp, and I have six guns.
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
Call your family and let's have a gunfight.
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
I have sex with beautiful women in expensive cars.
Get head and thank Buda
I receive oral sex and thank Buddha for it.
(?) and sip Lua
I relax and sip a type of alcoholic drink.
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
I'm tough, and your protection doesn't scare me.
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha
My friends will shoot to kill if you mess with us.
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped.
I will always be tough, and I told you to keep going until the music stops.
Contributed by Wyatt N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.