DJ A Vee - People Places & Things lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubb Rock] 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 pa** Peace to Star and Buc in Crown Heights with a smoke shop Or my n***a Freeze in Bushwick with all that Spanish chocha [Verse 2: Wordsworth] 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?? ????? 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 3: MF DOOM] 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 j**el and influence the youth like Buk All he do is puke and 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 s** like Dracula In case you just tuned in, once again We're here with the Supervillain, known as hip hop's Gunga Din