Vapors

Radio, TV, and even the press Know the meanin' of V-A-P-O-R-S The meanin' of this word, without no doubt This means nobody wants to be there when you're down and out Once you're established and got a lot of money Everybody wanna be your buddy and honey Like tall buildings, they call skyscrapers Can you feel it? Nothing can save ya For this is the season of catching the vapors And since I got time, what I'm gonna do Is tell you how this spreaded throughout my crew Well, you all know TJ Swan, who sang on my records "Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it Back in the days before this began He used to try to talk to this girl named Fran The type of female with fly Gucci wear With big truck jewellery and extensions in her hair When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed Talking about "Babe, please, you work for UPS" Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her But now he trucks gold and wears Fly Bally boots Rough leather fashion and tough silk suits Now she stopped fronting and wants to speak and Be coming to all the shows every single weekend To get his beeper number, she'd be begging, please Dying for the day to get squeezed She caught the vapors She caught the vapors She caught the vapors She caught the vapors I got another partner that's calm and plain He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane A mellow type of fellow that's laid back Back in the day, he was nothing like that I remember when he used to fight every day What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey He wore his pants hanging down and his sneakers untied And a rasta-type Kangol tilted to the side Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad And said he was the worst thing his mom ever had They said that he will grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him But now he's grown up, to their surprise Big Daddy got a hit record selling worldwide Now, the same people that didn't like him as a child Be saying Can I borrow a dollar, Ooh, you're a star now They caught the vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors Now, I got a cousin by the name of Vaughan Lee Better known to you all as Cutmaster Cool V He cuts, scratch, transform with finesse And all that mess Well, I remember when he first started to rock And tried to get this job in a record shop He was in it to win it, but the boss fronted Said, "Sorry, Mr Lee, but there's no help wanted" Now my cuz Vaughan still tried on and on and on 'Til the like break of dawn To put this J-O-B in effect But they'd look right past him and be like, "Next" Now for the year of '88 Cool V is making dollars, so my cousin's like straight He walks into the same record shop as before And the boss be like, "Vaughan, welcome to my store" Offering him a job, but no, he doesn't want it Damn, it feels good to see people up on it Because I remember when at first they wasn't Now, guess what they caught from my cousin The vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors The last subject of the story is about Biz Mark I had to work for mine to put your body in park When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down With a lot of MC-DJ'ing crews in town So, in school on Nobel Street, I say, "Can I be down, champ?" They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp After getting rejected, I was very depressed Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to come to parties, they'd make me pay I would have to beg to get on the mic and rap that day I was never into girls; I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep it instead of trying to use it But now things switched, without belief "Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Noble Street, chief? We used to be down back in the days" It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze They caught the vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors