Fame

The saints marched in, Kurtis +Blow+ing his horn

Tom +Cruise+d the boulevard, Chris +Rock+ed the song

For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning

They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's +Lennon+

They took her to Elizabeth +Taylor+ to dry clean

The lone seamstress, who was schemin on Al's +Green+

You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild

Like the kids in the yard who play with +Jane's Child+

A beautician laced Erykah's +Badu+

Sean +Comb+ed through the evidence, just to get a clue

The needle in the haystack, from outta earth this kid

The Tiger +Wood+ kill him once thrown in Brad's +Pitt+

Jesse +Owen+ the money from the weed Bubba +Sparxxx+

They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's +Clark+

Jeffery +Lyons+ stuck with a thorn from George's +Bush+

Paul +Pierce+d in the heart as the crowd pushed

Acting alone... Drew +Barrymore+ bones

of the victims, three blocks from Jim's +Brownstone+

They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's +Cole+d

The producer, threw the butter on Esther's +Rolle+

Dempsey +Russel+ed him down, got his jaw wide

In a instant, Brooke +Shields+ him from the gunfire

Angie +Stone+d him to death, with those vocals

Keith +Sweat+ from the workout, just from runnin local

"With CREAM I ain't with the fame"

"Fame is the measure"

"Rap celebs"

"The place where stars are born"