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

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 fist

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

bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch
Thus street team takes of criticism
Promotional vehicles wit mad rhythm

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

Forty-eight in sight, inhaling' 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 jet to hover
Take wit the radical, Urban Latino
No hip-hop connection wit us and Janet

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

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

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