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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 most live, catch vibe and blaze

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

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

Thus street team takes shots of
Promotional vehicles wiffin' mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the court

During the half, number one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter
Forty-eight in sight, inhalin' the herb
impaired, when the silhouette emerged

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

Take cover wit the radical, Urban
No Hip-Hop wit' us and Janet Reno
I do an and they aim to trace my essence
To know than is necessary blunts your weapon

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

Creative low fling, to the grand
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're
be fridged when they walk the Black Beat
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, raga
Ebony eyes, folks see the