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| Artist: GZA Album: Beneath the Surface Song: Publicity [GZA] Who be first to catch this Beat Down? My RapPages 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 [XXL] 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 ?lafeast? 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 |
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