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"