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

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

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

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

During the first half, number one
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 on from one world to another
On the gulf, the fuel Jet to hover

Take 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 than is necessary blunts your weapon

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

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

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