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

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

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

Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the
Plus the DJ fiend to scratch them
Thus street takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit mad

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

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

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

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

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

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