Publicity Lyrics - Genius

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 

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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 

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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