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

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

Like who feast on hogs, eat murder dogs
A voice kid with his heart and soul calm
Killa bees produce the honey, that the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch

Thus street takes shots of criticism
vehicles wiffin' wit' mad rhythm
With the of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the court

During the first half, one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, microphone, shatter billboards
Forty-eight in sight, after the herb
Vision impaired, when the silhouette

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

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

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

Creative low fling, to the grand
Wit my ray gun scoping, hoping
Uniforms be fridged when walk the Black Beat
in the heat, of exposin' fresh meat

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