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 shit 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 fuck 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