text: It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
  Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
  Hanging pictures on my wall
  Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
  I let my tape rock til my tape popped
  Smoking weed on Bambu, sipping on Private Stock
  Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
  With the hat to match
  Remember Rapping Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
  You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
  Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
  Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
  Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
  Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
  For dinner
  I used to eat sardines for dinner
  Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
  Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
  Im blowing up like you thought I would
  Call the crib, same number, same hood
  Its all good, uh
  And if you dont know, now you know, nigga