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Who be first to catch this down?
My rap be the source, ego trip remain victory and no loss
Rap sheet show you details of in streets
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 them be tire
Unlike the story that echoes out with liars
Like those who on hogs, eat murder dogs
A village voice kid with his and soul calm

Killa produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch
Thus team takes shots of criticism
vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm

With the lockout of one of our source
We spice the stand and the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one
Rap Lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter

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

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

I do an interview and aim to trace my essence
To know more is necessary blunts your weapon
My nova, remain unsober
And serve high wit king cobras

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

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