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Up front, introducing my man Pep
[Pep
My
It's an unbelievable pleasure
For you to
And much too
it phat though
on plateau-
You begining to begining to
I do it
As we get Jazzy with shit
To make hard ass rappers wanna blast me (buck buck)
I exemplify a typified mac
In actin like the nigga
Mashin rappers with a
When I get Tip and flashion lyrics
I your spirits
a big disappointment
But this here shit will ya
Devise a
The get tweaked
cause of the size of
So if you measure up
press your luck
Cause I'm in the cut
Man there ain't no up
I bet ya never heard a nigga with a bigga flow
Bigga bro
ate like a clitoris?
No.
I could'a seen it-
I rip a rapper's off
To him scream when its convenient.
ye hear ye
Clearly the
ones that you get mad at when you hear me
Pompous comp. just barely even on the meter
Cause we the that they checkin for
Me and you or, you and him
them
men in
When I'm cluing in
On the one

Ya two... three,

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

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

My are never tamer
Perpetrators I'ma hurt ya
On the of danger
I got not bangs
a bitch which I use to puncture
With
And
Racin' like my
Bust shots to
And my latter lets me
Over MC's that are fake
My to your rappin' is laughin
It has been for askin they get ass kicked
Cause plastic
I'm bringing lacerations
That tastin
Painful I mame

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

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