Breakdown

YO!

[Verse 1]

Good evening ladies and gents, close and distant fam

Let me break it down for ya'll 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 over

I make the cat's in the back draw closer

Get the comp choked up like white folks on Oprah

Yeah you dope, but (CAV) it's more doper

More skill, more style, and more focus

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

[Hook]

Cavee 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!!!

[Verse 2]

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 the 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 a 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'mma need a few moments just to get in ya'll ear

To make you forget that dude was ever 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 OVER HERE!

And when they ask where Brooklyn at, HOLD YA EARS!

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... boyeeeeee