A peasy-headed trio of teens from Long Island, NY made an indelible mark on Hip-Hop over twenty years ago.

Words By DJ Sorce-1 "Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches Yo I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin' more bitches And to them my constellation put your lives in jep' While you others represent, I present my rep Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main imprint Even smoke from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint Could not prevent, you from seeing I'm the light But bring attention to my words like some ass in tights I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam you made And as he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones As if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam With my fleet, here to make this rap game complete While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal" De La Soul's Posdonus is a criminally underrated MC.