"It's so real when we come through
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when i come through
Schoolly D like family reunions
Midday may, it's all lovin'
Take a walk down to D dot C
The war's tuggin'
And ain't no druggin'
My credit's a gain
While you searchin for some trick
To put the shit in her name
I be spendin on Wall Street
And buyin' boardwalk
Dodging problems of the world
Drawn out in white chalk
Peace, Mr. War
I'm seein' all dimensions
But unlike your eye extensions
My vision don't blur
'What' 'when' and 'word's
Where the gossip occur"
{De La Soul, Stakes Is High, 1996}