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Up front, my man Pep Love
[Pep
My
It's an unbelievable pleasure
For you to
And much too
it phat though
on plateau-
You begining to to groove;
I do it
As we get Jazzy with classy
To make them hard ass wanna blast me (buck buck)
Cause I exemplify a mac
In actin like the nigga
Mashin rappers with a
When I get Tip and Tribe flashion
I smash your
a big disappointment
But this here shit will ya
a plan:
The get tweaked
of the size of demand
So if you wanna up
then your luck
Cause I'm in the cut
Man there no catchin up
I bet ya never heard a with a bigga this flow
this bro
gettin ate a clitoris?
No.
I never seen it-
I rip a rapper's off
To make him scream its convenient.
Hear ye ye
we're the
Undisputed ones you get mad at when 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 out the anal
And any that you make could be fatal
The that shows it:
and some of y'all niggas know it ya
the mic and you can't recite
Yo that gets me irate when ya can't
But wait- Now ya niggas think that I'm ya runnin'
Naw phukk that, 'cause I grab the baton I'm gone (zoom)
All around the track like a maniac (damn)
You babblin your babblin what the phukk?
Anybody here rap that go buck?
But can you grab the mic and ill shit? (like)
Stun'em with the verbs, of using clips.
Check it: I flip by the dozen;
I-could-even-[too fast] that I was but I
You MC's are slipping 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 poor
I'm on
I lap
Collapse
forever
You're gonna get better bitin' my friend
But I lend a hand
MC's like puppies (Arf! Arf!)
rhymes are simple
My rhymes are up
Like a bag
mags on my wheels
out towards your head
While others lead
That's
I beat your head in the resin the pipe hits the buds in my

My rhymes are tamer
I'ma hurt ya later/after
On the of danger
I got fangs not
like a bitch I use to puncture
With
And
Racin' like my
Bust to scatter
And my lets me elevate
Over MC's that are hella
My reaction to your is laughin
It has been for they 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 I kick the modern style
(Modern style, haha!)

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