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Who be first to this beat down?
My rap be the source, ego trip remain victory and no loss
Rap show you details of wars in streets
the most live, catch 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, promoters' face grin, the catch fist

Keep the direct wire, see them Jake be tire
Unlike the story that echoes out with chronic
Like 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 fiend to them
Thus street team shots of criticism
vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm

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

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

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

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

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

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