Rachel Lois Ancheta Torda
I use to read word up magazine
Salt n’ Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
hangin pictures on my wall
every saturday rap attack, mr. magic, marley marl
I let my tape rock til my tape pop
Smokin on bamboo, sippin on private stock
waay back, when I had the red &black lumberjack
wit the hat to match, remember rappin’ duke, da huh da huh
Never thought that Hip-Hop would take it this far,
Now I’m in the limelight cause I rhyme tight…
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner