Who be first to catch this beat down?   My rap pages be the source, ego trip remain victory and no loss   Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets   Where the most live, catch vibe and blaze heat      Double XL kings who rush through, got right on   Quick to stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on   Math lets the plates spin   Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn catch fist      Keep the paper direct wire, see them Jake be tire   Unlike the story that echoes out with chronic liars   Like those who feast on hogs, eat murder dogs   A village voice kid with his heart and soul calm      Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum   Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them   Thus street team takes shots of criticism   Promotional vehicles wiffin' wit mad rhythm      With the lockout of one of our source sports   We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court   During the first half, number one draft   Rap Lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards      Forty-eight in sight, after inhaling' the herb   Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged   One nut out the clan, get your whole click banned   From radio, PD's cut your raps man      Forcin' me to move on from one world to another   On the gulf, from the fuel jet to hover   Take cover wit the radical, Urban Latino   No hip-hop connection wit us and Janet Reno      I do an interview and they aim to trace my essence   To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon   My group's nova, remain unsober   And serve high times wit king cobras      I shoulder low post MC's, your whole style la feast   Second to get your word up, then the troops unleash   Creative low fling, to the grand opening   Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping      Uniforms be fridged when they walk the black beat   In the heat, of razors exposin' fresh meat   In bedrock and gambling, rolling stone, out of zone   Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem   Collide wit the tiger beat, rapping raga, ebony eyes, folks see the saga