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Who be first to catch this beat
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 kings who rush through, got on
Quick to stress ya, sound to get a mic on
Math lets the plates
Consecutive hits, promoters' grin, the dawn catch fist

the paper direct 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 soul

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

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

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

Forcin' me to 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 Reno

I do an interview and they aim to trace my
To know more is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's nova, remain
And serve times wit king cobras

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

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