[Intro]

Hark! Who goes yonder?

It is I! Prince Paul of Nottingham

Well, Speak up man what is it?

Alright listen, Imma tell you my story

[Verse 1: Rhyme-Valore]

Rhyme-Valore 500 pound gorilla, King Kong

When I sing songs, heads play ping-pong

I fill her, body up with plenty of ding dong

She loves me hugs me, because we rich

I ain't fuckin' witcha man cause your man's a snitch

He ran and bitched, I run the streets

Come with heat when you flossin'

Niggas be pricin', whatchu costin'?

We beat niggas up often, I ain't braggin'

Violent times, violent rhymes

Smart niggas come with silent nines

You couldn't miss, oh my goodness

How, could this

One man break the back of a whole rap pack

Then hit the streets strapped, armed for combat

Niggas get back slapped, I bet that hurt

Bitches get the blackjack right up under that skirt

They call him [Valour?], all aces

The first time out, I got four Questlove faces

[Hook: Super Star]

Fuck it, that's how I'm feelin' today

Fuck it, you best to be on your way

Fuck it, I ain't in the mood to play

Motherfucker, somebody gots to pay

[Verse 2: Super Star]

Coming through with the crew, I gots to [heat?] clock figures

And if I must feed my seeds, I'll bust both triggers

Twentyfo' [?], only sixteen shots

Still wouldn't have a clue, now who [?]

I return to the scene, of the crime you know the sayin'

Like the [holocaust?] I paid the cost, on my knees prayin'

Live, I let live I die, let die

Why ask why, whats the reason

Who the fuck am I?

[Jean Grae]

Jean, who the fuck else control the mic like this?

The album twenty dollars, cost of my vocals? priceless

Hit your ribcage and flip and split your [dates?] wig

When I spit from the corner of [?] stage

Switch it like hips on [fish?], I'm sick nigga

Flick y'all off like ashes on cigarettes

Slicker than water that's filled with axeon

[rip ya neck?] on, any fuckin' track I rep on

[Hook: Super Star]

Fuck it, that's how I'm feelin' today

Fuck it, you best to be on your way

Fuck it, I ain't in the mood to play

Moth-

"There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah."

[Outro: Prince Paul]

Yo, yo check it out. This one goes out to my long island crew. My man Bumpy Knuckles, R.A the Rugged Man, Horror City, De La Soul and DJ PForReal. Yeu-ah!

(It happened years ago, life closed in on her too much. She was mentally ill. Then slowly the lights came on again, she recovered. All that is behind her, or is it?)