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

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

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

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

the first half, number one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, microphone, shatter billboards
Forty-eight in sight, inhalin' the herb
Vision impaired, the silhouette emerged

One nut out the
Get whole click banned from radio, PD's cut your raps man
Forcin' me to on from 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 and they aim to trace my essence
To more than is necessary blunts your weapon

My group's nova, remain
And serve high times wit' king
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, hoping
be fridged when they walk the Black Beat
in the heat, of exposin' fresh meat

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