Publicity Songtext

von Genius

[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