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Up front, my man Pep Love
Love]
My
such an unbelievable pleasure
For you to
And much too
Make it phat
on plateau-
You begining to to groove;
I do it
As we get Jazzy with classy
To make them ass rappers wanna blast me (buck buck)
I exemplify a typified mac
In like the shit nigga
rappers with a passion
When I get Tip and Tribe lyrics
I smash spirits
a big disappointment
But this here shit will ya
a plan:
The pipsqueaks get
cause of the of demand
So if you wanna up
then press your
when I'm in the cut
Man there ain't no up
I bet ya never heard a nigga with a bigga flow
this bro
gettin ate like a
No.
I never seen it-
I rip a rapper's off
To make him when its convenient.
ye hear ye
Clearly the
Undisputed ones that you get mad at when you me
Pompous comp. just barely even on the meter
Cause we the niggas that they for
Me and you or, you and him
them
men in
When I'm cluing in
On the one

Ya two... three,

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

(Haha!)
I never from the temple a simple rap
Cause your raps
I'm on
I lap
Collapse
Elapse
You're never get better bitin' my friend
But I lend a helping
MC's yelping puppies (Arf! Arf!)
Their are simple
My rhymes are up
Like a bag
mags on my squeal
Peel out towards your
While others bust
That's
I beat your head in the resin when the pipe hits the in my

My are never tamer
Perpetrators I'ma ya later/after
On the path of
I got not bangs
like a bitch which I use to
With
And
Racin' my thoughts
shots to scatter
And my latter me elevate
Over that are hella fake
My to your rappin' is laughin
It has been for askin get their ass kicked
Cause plastic
I'm lyrical lacerations
you're tastin
Painful I foes

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

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