Publicity Letra

[Genius/GZA] 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 and 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 liers 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 clause 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 force We spice to stand and launch the stage on the war court During the first half, number one draft Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards Forty-eighty 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 a goal 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 And no more than is necessary brunts 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, your hopin, 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