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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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