Chubb Rock:  Back in the days we wished to be a star  Rap in the street, bang the beat on a car  Swany D banged the hood so hard it would dent  While Dave and Rob just invents  A style so smooth and unique  But then Rob went to school, Dave's on Wall Street  With a suit and a tie, Rob has a book bag  But deep in their hearts I knew they wished they had  A chance to rap on the record heard on the radio  I was making my second album and said, "Yo"  No time to rehearse  Yo, Rob, you're first  To kick your text  Homeboy, you're next    Rob Swinga:  This is Rob, first to rock the microphone  To see all the chromosomes  The DNA structure  Will make you pucker  Up your lips  And say, "Boy, he's a trip"  To Africa  People want to go and laugh at ya  Up you mighty race, you can accomplish what you will  Cause I will kill  The beat not the person, cause I don't ill like that  I just rap and attack  It ain't wack  I love being black  But you're scared cause society went boo  Don't judge me as one of the many, but one of few  That will do  Anything I have to do  To open your mind because you're numb  This is serious, but I won't extract the fun  So when I kick it like karate  Bite you like arare  If you kiss your teeth  There's beef  I have a shotty  That's home waiting  There's no escaping  Bum, don't you know the sum of the parts is equal to whole  And if you've got heart  Check out the roughest part  It's part two  Dave it's on you  To kick the text  Homeboy, you're next    Dave:  My rap is synonymous with perfection  Suckers try to play me then they run for protection  Think about it when it comes to the rhyming  Originality, that with all the great timing  Cause rapping with authority is the style that I am using  So when you're at a party and you get to choosing  The best  I mean compared to the rest  For style and class there is no contest  I'm not offended  Or pretending  I'm just lending  A bit of my rhyme and then I am sending  A musical note to whom it may concern  You wanna battle me, then you'll have to get burned  Cause I'll meet you  Beat you  Over again  Send you to the bar for a Heineken  And then you'll come back for a rematch  Or some haps until we kick it  I'll say a fresh rhyme  Of course you'll vick it  Then I'll have to just beat you again  I'll have to slay you  Burn, broil, fry, and sauté you  Cause taking out a punk like you is pure fun  I'll stick you with a fork when I think you're done  So savor  Cause I will not do you any favors  And all these suckers out there just Flava Flav imitators    Chubb Rock:  Yeah y'all  No time to fall  I'm gonna go to the top  But I won't crawl  Gonna jump and leap  Not walk I'm gonna run  My pops is forty-five and I'm a son of a gun  It's Chubb Rock  If you was wondering who  It's a collaboration merely of the two  With Rob and Dave  They both had a page  We was all down back in the days  Doug, Martin, Gary, Johnny, Stan  Jamey, Danny, Tony, Ezra, and  Derrick, Joe, Russell, Kurt, Louis Roddle  Gene, Malcolm, Sean Fisher, and Donald  And the others that lived on Troy  This record goes out to my homeboy...  Donny Battle