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Who be first to catch this Beat
My rap be The Source
Ego trip victory and no loss
Rap sheet show you details of in streets
Where the most live, vibe and blaze heat

Double XL who rush through, got right on
Quick to stress ya, sound to get a mic on
lets the plates spin, consecutive hits, promoters' face grin
The dawn catch fist, keep the paper wire
See them be tire, unlike the story
Echoes out with chronic liars

Like those who feast on hogs, eat dogs
A village voice kid 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
vehicles wiffin' wit' mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our sports
We spice the stand and launch the on the ball court

During the first half, one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, billboards
in sight, after inhalin' the herb
Vision impaired, the silhouette emerged

One nut out the
Get your click banned from radio, PD's cut your raps man
Forcin' me to move on from one 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 my essence
To know more than is necessary blunts weapon

My group's nova, remain
And serve high times wit' king
I shoulder low-post MC's, your whole style la
Second to get your word up, then the troops

low fling, to the grand opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black
in the heat, of razors exposin' meat

In and gambling, Rolling Stone, out of zone
Where they monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit' the Tiger Beat, rappin'
eyes, folks see the saga