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Who be to catch this beat down?
My rap pages be the source, ego trip victory and no loss
Rap sheet show you of wars in streets
Where the most live, catch and blaze heat

Double XL who rush through, got right on
Quick to ya, sound crew to get a mic on
Math lets the spin
Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn catch

Keep the paper direct wire, see Jake be tire
Unlike the story that echoes out with liars
Like those who feast on hogs, eat murder
A voice kid with his heart and soul calm

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

With the lockout of one of our source
We the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
the first half, number one draft
Rap Lords, swing swords, slam microphone, billboards

Forty-eight in sight, inhaling' the herb
impaired, when the silhouette emerged
One nut out the clan, get your whole banned
From radio, cut your raps man

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

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

I low post MC's, your whole style la feast
Second to get your up, then the troops unleash
Creative low fling, to the opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, hoping

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