Publicity Songtext / Lyric

[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