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 inhalin' 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, rappin' raga   Ebony eyes, folks see the saga