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Genitorturers - Publicity lyrics
[genius/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 billboardsGenitorturers - Publicity - http://motolyrics.com/genitorturers/publicity-lyrics.html
 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









