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Who be first to catch this down?
My rap pages be the source, ego trip victory and no loss
Rap sheet show you details of wars in
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
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 out with chronic liars
Like those who feast on hogs, eat dogs
A village voice kid with his heart and soul

Killa bees produce the honey, fortify the platinum
the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes of criticism
vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm

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

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

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

I do an and they aim to trace my essence
To know than is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's nova, unsober
And high times wit king cobras

I shoulder low post MC's, your whole 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 fresh meat
In bedrock and gambling, stone, out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact
Collide wit the tiger beat, rapping raga, ebony eyes, see the saga