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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 in streets
Where the live, catch vibe and blaze heat

Double XL who rush through, got right on
to stress 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 them jake be tire, the story
That out with chronic liars

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

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

the first half, number one draft
Rap lords, swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards
Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin' the
Vision impaired, when the silhouette

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

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

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

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

In bedrock and gambling, Stone, out of zone
Where they monitor my 'xact poem
wit' the Tiger Beat, rappin' raga
Ebony eyes, folks see the