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Who be first to catch this Down?
My rap be The Source
Ego trip remain and no loss
Rap sheet show you details of wars in
Where the most live, catch vibe and heat

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

those who feast on hogs, eat murder dogs
A village voice kid his heart and soul calm
Killa bees the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to them

Thus street team takes shots of
Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit' mad
With the of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the on the ball court

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

One nut out the
Get your whole click from radio, PD's cut your raps man
Forcin' me to on from one world to another
On the gulf, from the Jet to hover

cover wit the radical, Urban Latino
No Hip-Hop connection us and Janet Reno
I do an interview and they aim to my essence
To know more is necessary blunts your weapon

My group's nova, unsober
And serve high times king cobras
I shoulder low-post MC's, your style la feast?
Second to get word up, then the troops unleash

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

In and gambling, Rolling Stone, out of zone
Where they can't my 'xact poem
Collide wit' the Tiger Beat, rappin'
Ebony eyes, see the saga