Gza - Publicity lyrics

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Who be first to catch this Beat Down?<br />

My RapPages be The Source<br />

Ego Trip remain victory, and no loss<br />

Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets<br />

Where the most live, catch Vibe and Blaze heat<br />

Double XL kings who rush through, got Right On<br />

Quick to Stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on<br />

Math lets the plates Spin<br />

Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin<br />

The dawn catch fist, keep the paper direct wire<br />

See them jake be tire<br />

Unlike the story that Echoes out with chronic liars<br />

Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs<br />

A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm<br />

Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum<br />

Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them<br />

Thus street team takes shots of criticism<br />

Promotional vehicles wiffin wit mad rhythm<br />

With the lockout of one of our Source Sports<br />

We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court<br />

During the first half, number one draft<br />

Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards<br />

Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin the herb<br />

Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged<br />

One nut out the Clan<br />

Get your whole click banned from radio<br />

PD's cut your raps man<br />

Forcin me to move on from one world to another<br />

On the gulf, from the fuel Jet to hover<br />

Take cover wit the radical, Urban Latino<br />

No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno<br />

I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence<br />

To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon<br />

My group's Nova, remain unsober<br />

And serve High Times wit king cobras<br />

I shoulder low-post MC's, your whole style ?lafeast?<br />

Second to get your Word Up, then the troops unleash<br />

Creative ?low fling?, to the grand opening<br />

Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping<br />

Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat<br />

In the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat<br />

In Bedrock and Gambling - Rolling Stone, out of zone<br />

Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem<br />

Collide wit the Tiger Beat, rappin raga<br />

Ebony eyes, folks see the saga