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

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

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

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

the lockout of one of our source sports
We spice the and launch the stage on the ball court
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 whole click banned
radio, PD's cut your raps man

Forcin' me to move on from one world to
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 more than is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's nova, unsober
And serve high 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 when walk the black beat
In the heat, of razors fresh 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