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Who be first to catch this beat
My rap pages be the source, ego trip remain victory and no
Rap sheet you details of wars in streets
the most live, catch vibe and blaze heat

Double XL kings who rush through, got on
Quick to stress ya, sound to get a mic on
lets the plates spin
Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn fist

Keep the paper wire, see them Jake be tire
Unlike the that echoes out with chronic liars
Like those who on hogs, eat murder dogs
A village voice kid with his heart and calm

Killa bees the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to them
Thus street team shots of criticism
Promotional wiffin' wit mad rhythm

the lockout of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the court
During the first half, number one
Rap Lords, swing swords, microphone, shatter billboards

Forty-eight in sight, after the herb
Vision impaired, when the silhouette
One nut out the clan, get whole click banned
From radio, PD's cut raps man

Forcin' me to on from one world to another
On the gulf, from the fuel jet to
cover wit the radical, Urban Latino
No hip-hop wit us and Janet Reno

I do an and they aim to trace my essence
To know more than is blunts your weapon
My nova, remain unsober
And serve high times wit cobras

I shoulder low post MC's, your whole style la
to get your word up, then the troops unleash
Creative low fling, to the grand
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're

Uniforms be fridged when they walk the black
In the heat, of razors exposin' fresh
In bedrock and gambling, stone, out of zone
Where they can't my 'xact poem
Collide wit the tiger beat, rapping raga, eyes, folks see the saga