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

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

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

bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ fiend to scratch them
street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wit mad rhythm

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

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

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

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

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

Uniforms be fridged when walk the black beat
In the heat, of razors exposin' meat
In bedrock and gambling, rolling stone, out of
Where they monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit the tiger beat, rapping raga, ebony eyes, folks see the