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

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

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

Thus street takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin' mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our source
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball

During the half, number one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, microphone, shatter billboards
in sight, after inhalin' the herb
Vision impaired, when the emerged

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

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

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

low fling, to the grand opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Beat
in the heat, of razors exposin' fresh

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