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Who be to catch this Beat Down?
My rap be The Source
Ego trip remain victory and no
Rap sheet you details of wars 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
lets the plates spin, consecutive hits, promoters' face grin
The dawn catch fist, keep the direct wire
See them jake be tire, unlike the
That Echoes out with chronic

Like those who on hogs, eat murder dogs
A village voice kid with his and soul calm
Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the
Plus the DJ claws fiend to 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 half, number one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter
Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin' the
Vision impaired, when the silhouette

One nut out the
Get your whole click 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 wit' us and Janet Reno
I do an interview and aim to trace my essence
To know more than is necessary blunts your

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

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 razors exposin' fresh

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