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

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

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

Thus team takes shots of criticism
Promotional wiffin' wit' mad rhythm
the lockout of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the on the ball court

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

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

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

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

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