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Up front, introducing my man Pep
[Pep
My
such an unbelievable pleasure
For you to
And much too
Make it though
on plateau-
You to begining to groove;
I do it
As we get with classy shit
To make them ass rappers wanna blast me (buck buck)
Cause I exemplify a mac
In like the shit nigga
rappers with a passion
When I get Tip and Tribe flashion
I smash spirits
Like a big
But here shit will surprise ya
a plan:
The pipsqueaks get
of the size of demand
So if you wanna up
then press luck
when I'm in the cut
Man there no catchin up
I bet ya never heard a nigga with a bigga this
Bigga bro
gettin ate like a
No.
I could'a seen it-
I rip a balls off
To make him when its convenient.
Hear ye ye
Clearly the
Undisputed ones that you get mad at you hear me
comp. just barely even registered on the meter
Cause we the niggas that they for
Me and you or, you and him
them
men in
When I'm them in
On the one

Ya two... three,

Now niggas know I got lyrics out the
And any move you make could be fatal
The poet shows it:
and some of y'all know it when ya
the mic and you can't recite
Yo that gets me irate when ya can't
But Now ya niggas think that I'm ya runnin' mate?
Naw phukk that, 'cause when I grab the baton I'm (zoom)
All around the like a runnin maniac (damn)
You babblin your babblin son; the phukk?
Anybody here rap that doesn't go
But can you grab the mic and ill shit? (like)
Stun'em the verbs, instead of using clips.
Check it: I styles by the dozen;
I-could-even-[too that I was but I wasn't
You MC's are slipping into rigor
Give it up
And support this;
I got that are legendary
Even in the
I'm like,
What the you think?
Cause I'm down with the
So the hell?

(Haha!)
I never from the temple a simple rap
Cause raps poor
I'm on
I lap
Collapse
forever
You're gonna get better bitin' my friend
But I lend a hand
MC's yelping like (Arf! Arf!)
Their are simple
My rhymes are up
Like a bag
mags on my wheels
Peel out towards head
While bust lead
That's
I your head in the resin when the pipe hits the buds in my

My rhymes are never
Perpetrators I'ma hurt ya
On the of danger
I got fangs not
like a bitch I use to puncture
punctuation-
And
Racin' like my
Bust shots to
And my latter lets me
Over MC's that are hella
My to your rappin' is laughin
It has been for askin they get their ass
Cause they're
I'm bringing lyrical
you're tastin
Painful I mame

Historically the hip hop
To your neck pop
Naw the eyes I kick the modern style
(Modern style, haha!)

The undisputed that you get mad at
The undisputed that you get mad at
The undisputed that you get mad at
When you . . . grab the mike and you recite