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[Verse] 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, let the plates Spin consecutive Hits Promoters' Face grinned, the Dork catch fists Keep the Paper direct Wired, see MJ retire Unlike the Story that Echoes out from Kronick liars Like those who Feast on hog, eat Murder Dogs A Village Voice kid with his Heart & Soul calm Killa Beez produce the Honey that fortify the Platinum Plus the DJ claws fiend to Scratch them Thus, Street team take shots at criticism Promotional vehicles whiffin' with MAD Rhythm With the lockout of one of our Source Sports We Spice! the stand, Launch the Stage and the ball court During the first half, number one draft rap lords swing swords Slam microphone, shatter Billboards 4080 in sight after inhaling the Urb Vision impaired when the silhouette Emerged One Nut out the clan get your whole clique banned From radio, P.D.'s cut your rap's span Forcing me to move on from OneWorld to another On The Go, from the fuel Jet that hovers Take cover wit' the Radikal, Urban Latino No Hip-Hop Connection wit' Us and Janet Reno I do a Interview and they aim to Trace my Essence To know more than is necessary Blunts your weapon My group's Nova, remain un-sober And serve High Times with King Cobras I'll Sho' Ya low-Pulse MCs, your whole Style's L'Affiche Seconds to get your Word Up then the truth's unleashed Creative Loafing to the grand opening With my Ray Gun scoping, your whole thing Uniforms be Fridge when they walk the Black Beat In the Heat of Razors exposing fresh meat In Bedrock and gambling, Rolling Stone out Ozone Where they can't monitor my Zap phone Collide with the Tiger Beat, Rap Et Ragga Ebony eyes, folks see the Saga