People, Places & Things - Chubb Rock, Wordsworth, Prince Paul

Flatbush born, mingled with the Children of the Corn

Performed, got in the game eight years before Lost in the Storm

Remember St James, Gates and Green, odd hurdle

Got a few chips relocated to Waverly and Myrtle

Model chicks on Willoughby, Fulton is straight Estee Lauder

Spike Lee’s up the street, Guru and Primo’s up the corner

Easy Mo Bee was being more easy on Clinton

Got my LG niggas with luggage, straight tripping

I think Masta Ace was over there on Lafayette

Daddy-O was in Bed Stuy created the sonic of Stet

In Marcy there was The Jaz while Kane was on Lewis Ave

I’m from Vanderveer where niggas here don’t take out the trash

We don’t rap for nothing, we’re all about hush cash

As a youth with a furrowed brow taking your bus pass

Peace to Star and Buc in Crown Heights with a smoke shop

Or my nigga Freeze in Bushwick with all that Spanish chocha

Well after coming from a battle KRS won

Not for Cash Money, all for a charity that the Rev run

Seen DMC coming from EP’s MD

Just bought tea, the product G&B from GMC

Hopped on the train, seen Lil' Wayne kick it

For a few minutes he came from the Hieroglyphics exhibit

Down there it’s helter skelter, someone bucked shots

It was held at the Galleria by me and the X of Sadat

Dr. Dre arrived too late, someone left with a scratch

One person was maced, another with a scarred face

Corrupt cops began to snoop, questioned slum villagers

The only Clue they had was a Timberland, and Daz’s Dillinger

Def Squad heard nothing, Royce didn’t talk

Described the gunman, 5'9″ on the police report

They lied, he had an alibi, drove to Cypress Hill

Where Jalil sold cannabis and ecstacy pills

When the cops rolled up, doors locked, heads fled

Someone said Larry you shot up the spot with the Dead Prez

Pointed to Suave House, ??appoint?

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Saw the cops, Larry’s Adidas Shells sped like D12's

Jakes chased, lost him and they tried to get details

They saw Pete Rock, he quickly answered he didn’t see L

In Larry’s crib, found a safe, no key to the locks

Opened it, there was a bomb, three seconds left on the clock

So there you go, sound like someone you know

Got you thinking he gon' hook you up and help you blow

But then you don’t, so now you’re broke

Spent time in the studio, lost all your dough

You feeling low, taking your daily throw

Don’t recoup that advance then it’s them you owe

Without a hot song and you can’t get a show

In this business it’s not the talent, it’s who you know

The Supervillain’s the name, still in the game, the same biz

What’s his face told y’all what the name of the game is

Downtown on the skip-stop, crisp new Timbs

Damage on my corns like flip flops, and who’s him?

Rap cats act brave as hell

Get on the mic and turn gangster on some «Yeah, see» like Dave Chappelle

More like Screech, Saved by the Bell

Black man on some «I'm a man’s man» man’s man name is Shaq Man

Then they get on the first year later

Get their first hater, their first pair of gators

To the perpetrators he’s The Unknown Comic

Who spit on the microphone in chunks of thrown vomit

It’s just a shame, bust this aim

Lust for fame crushed his frame, like what’s his name

And whatchamacallit remind him of Mini-Me

With Minnie Mouse in Gucci from her coochie to her skinny knee

Like thirteen earthlings, Cool Hand Luke

Who dropped jewel and influence the youth like Buk

All he do is puke when he in need of a speedy line

He said «every rhyme I mastermind like Se' Divine»

You greedy swine, don’t eat pork

In the Streets of New York you out of place like Mork

From Ork, dork, Paul pop the cork

Drop me in Newark airport, I’m supposed to meet Björk

But what’s all the fuss about?

Hush up your big mouth

I sent her out to see Grimm to bust him out the big house

Yup, see that’s how rumors get started

A certified older cat who don’t get carded

DOOM could write a rhyme on demand

And get money as if he had time on his hands

And when he not in the lab doing flows and vocals

He out in the streets throwing bones with the locals

Never underestimate the next man’s thirst

It could be way far worse than a whole jar of Starburst

Mmmm, he keeps those by the pound load

Emcees run from common locations like download

I think it’s rather spectacular

How they come out they neck, bite and suck like Dracula

In case you just tuned in, once again

We’re here with the Supervillain, known as hip hop’s Gunga Din