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