Wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt
Songwriters: Sulayman Ansari, Gary Grice, Arabian Knight
Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion
They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's Cole d
Water dripped outta Farrah's Fawcett in the glass
You know they shoot for the stars and buck wild
Alicia Key ed his car for givin' Melbourne Moore
They was told not to ride in Patty's Hearse
They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
He confronted Richard Prior to hiring his lawyer
The producer, threw the butter on Esther's Rolle
Jeffery Lyons stuck with a thorn from George's Bush
Sean Comb ed through the evidence, just to get a clue
He was a southerner, posing as a native New Yorker
The place where stars are born
Willis Reid s a map that marks the spot showin'
The Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy's Walker
Suge's Knight removed the rook off the board
It cost them their life for the advice you gave
Chris Tucker to a show, Ted Turner to a hoe
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
Linda Tripp ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's Hills
Paul Pierce d in the heart as the crowd pushed
As Debora Cox the gun 'cuz she beat Kelly's Price
With cream, I ain't with the fame
With cream, I ain't with the fame
They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean
Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa's Redgrave
Like the kids in the yard who play with Jane's Child
Larry's Bird flew outta Nicholas' Cage
With cream, I ain't with the fame
When Rosa Park ed the truck on the farm that Kim Fields
And stay out of Charles' Manson
Of the victims, three blocks from Jim's Brownstone
Nia Long ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
Joe Tex messages from Satchel's Paige
The needle in the haystack, from outta earth this kid
Robert Diggs the beat, but ain't feelin' the flow
On his left George Burns a blunt William's holdin'
For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning
Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end
Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx
The place where stars are born
Keith Sweat from the workout, just from runnin' local
For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice
Tara Bank ed the money that Chaka Khan ed the poor
They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's Clark
Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes
The place where stars are born
In a instant, Brooke Shields him from the gunfire
Tom Cruise D the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the song
Used Bernie's Mack to search Veronica's Webb
She was superfly, Curtis Mayfield her ass
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin' Bill Gates
Donna King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
The saints marched in, Kurtis Blowing his horn
Dempsey Russel ed him down, got his jaw wide
Publishers: GZA MUSIC PUBLISHING, POLYGRAM INT. PUBL., INC.
The place where stars are born
Angie Stone D him to death, with those vocals
Betty Wright letters with ink from Sean's Penn
Acting alone, Drew Barrymore bones
He stayed on line chattin' with rap celebs
Tom Sawyer at the Lucille Ball up at the foyer
A beautician laced Erykah's Badu