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

Double XL kings who rush through, got on
Quick to stress ya, sound to get a mic on
lets the plates spin
Consecutive hits, face grin, the dawn catch fist

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

Killa bees produce the honey, that the platinum
Plus the DJ claws to scratch them
Thus street team shots of criticism
vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm

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

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

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

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

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

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