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Who be first to catch this beat
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 heat

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

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

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

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

in sight, after inhaling' the herb
Vision impaired, when the silhouette
One nut out the clan, get your whole click
From radio, PD's cut your man

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

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

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

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