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Who be first to catch this down?
My rap pages be the source, ego trip remain and no loss
Rap sheet show you details of wars in
Where the most live, 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
Consecutive hits, face grin, the dawn catch fist

Keep the direct wire, see them Jake be tire
Unlike the that echoes out with chronic liars
Like those who feast on hogs, eat dogs
A village kid with his heart and soul calm

Killa produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus team takes shots of criticism
Promotional wiffin' wit mad rhythm

With the of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one
Rap Lords, swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards

Forty-eight in sight, after inhaling' the
impaired, when the silhouette emerged
One nut out the clan, get your click banned
From radio, cut your raps man

Forcin' me to move on one world to another
On the gulf, from the fuel jet to
Take wit the radical, Urban Latino
No hip-hop connection wit us and Reno

I do an and they aim to trace my essence
To know more is necessary blunts your weapon
My nova, remain unsober
And serve times wit king cobras

I shoulder low post MC's, whole style 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 fresh meat
In and gambling, rolling stone, out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact
wit the tiger beat, rapping raga, ebony eyes, folks see the saga