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

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

Keep the paper direct wire, see them Jake be
Unlike the story echoes out with chronic liars
Like who feast on hogs, eat murder dogs
A village voice kid with his and soul calm

Killa bees produce the honey, fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch
Thus street takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit mad

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

in sight, after inhaling' the herb
Vision impaired, 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 jet to hover
Take cover wit the radical, Latino
No hip-hop connection wit us and Reno

I do an interview and they aim to trace my
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 style la
Second to get your word up, the troops unleash
Creative low fling, to the grand
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're

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