Yo, good evening ladies and gents, close and distant fam

Let me break it down for y'all exactly who I am

(CAV)

That brotha straight off of Myrtle Ave

That dude that make the other dude say that's my man

(CAV) It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have

The haters know it's real and that's why they mad

They struggle so hard while I just lay back

They sound under pressure, sweaty and straight wack I rock like this because I ain't that

(CAV)

Tell the players I'm taking the game back

Matta fact tell the coaches, the GMs, and owners

Shut down the stadiums, it's ova I make the cat's in the back draw closer

Get the comp choked up like white folks on Oprah

Yeah, you dope, but is more doper

(CAV)

Mo skill, mo style than mo folkas I hit the lab with good *** to smoke up

And tell the sound man where I wanna go from

Blow up, skit sheet across the notepad

School 'em all from the drop out to post grads What history book you do or don't have

There's only two eras of rap, pre and post

(CAV)

Now you know that, stop the train

There's no place for the game left to go at

(Break) CAV is my name but you can call me

(CAV)

It's all the same abbreviated or whole

Shout it out so it don't be a secret to folk it go

(CAV) Short for Cavee but I'm not from Cali

I'm from the rotten apple, dirty streets and alleys

Bed-Stuy Brooklyn doin' it exactly, get at me Holla, like Missy and Ja Rule

Ain't a crowd in the world that CAV cannot move

Hot dude, cats was thinkin' it's not true

But come front row at show, I got proof I went from sellin' candy in junior high school

To servin' spoony g for the fiends, to gnaw to

Got sent upstate on bus

(Not cool) In the yard thinkin' damn should've listen to ma duke

Come home in 99, what the *** I'm gonna do

I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle

I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin' Buildin' up my rep to be one of the five greatest

And I ain't saying CAV the best nigga out there

But until he appear, I'm sittin' in his chair

And I'ma need a few moments just to get in y'all ear To make you forget the Duke was eva even here

I got two words for the world, be prepared

I got three words for your girl, don't be scared

And when they ask where the real hip-hop, it's ova here And when they ask where Brooklyn at, hold ya ear

It's like yeah, Chris Antione Vashon

Capricorn hit 'em off with the classic bong and then I'm gone

Ridin' back to Brook-Lan, boye