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Up front, my man Pep Love
[Pep
My
It's an unbelievable pleasure
For you to
And needed too
Make it phat
on plateau-
You begining to begining to
I do it
As we get Jazzy classy shit
To make hard ass rappers wanna blast me (buck buck)
Cause I a typified mac
In actin like the shit
rappers with a passion
When I get Tip and Tribe lyrics
I smash your
a big disappointment
But here shit will surprise ya
Devise a
The pipsqueaks get
cause of the size of
So if you wanna up
press your luck
Cause I'm in the cut
Man there ain't no up
I bet ya heard a nigga with a bigga this flow
this bro
gettin ate a clitoris?
No.
I could'a seen it-
I rip a rapper's off
To make him when its convenient.
Hear ye ye
Clearly the
Undisputed that you get mad at when you hear me
Pompous comp. just even registered on the meter
Cause we the niggas that checkin 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 that you make could be fatal
The that shows it:
and of y'all niggas know it when ya
Grab the mic and you recite
Yo that gets me irate when ya debate
But Now ya niggas think that I'm ya runnin' mate?
Naw phukk that, 'cause when I grab the I'm gone (zoom)
All around the track like a runnin (damn)
You babblin your babblin what the phukk?
Anybody rap that doesn't go buck?
But can you the mic and kick ill shit? (like)
Stun'em with the verbs, of using clips.
Check it: I flip styles by the
I-could-even-[too that I was but I wasn't
You are slipping into rigor mortis
it up please
And just support
I got styles are legendary
Even in the
I'm like,
What the phukk you
I'm down with the D-E-L
So the hell?

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

My rhymes are never
Perpetrators I'ma hurt ya
On the path of
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 that are hella fake
My reaction to your is laughin
It has been for askin they get ass kicked
Cause they're
I'm lyrical lacerations
That you're
Painful I mame

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

The ones that you get mad at
The undisputed that you get mad at
The ones that you get mad at
When you . . . the mike and you can't recite