Letras:
The Source Five Steps

(rage) End of conversation It smashed my perfect views The stage I act upon's a bomb I'll only light the fuse (denial) There is no way I'll find my

Nas and my crew the J Beez! [Verse 7: EST from 3XDope] Eight bars, ten stars, fuck five mics! I'm +The Source+ and the boss, show you what it's like

Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd One at Clark, one at Spelman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when he step off in the

the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest And if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death Five mics in The Source? Ain't holdin my fuckin

what? I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-foot assassin has just

a fly boy, nigga, my chain worth thousand grands, nigga That's twenty thousand karats, nigga, step your game up That's why your chain ain't up, nigga The four five

knickknacks Composing musical stimpacks that impacts the song Crack the motor what you think you rapping for? I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders I had to step

That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up We slap hoes that step on toes of our dada's And ask them niggas in the Source Awards When I

texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down Underneath your white T lies the four pound This is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling any MC opponent stepping