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Up front, my man Pep Love
Love]
My
It's an unbelievable pleasure
For you to
And much too
Make it phat
on another
You begining to begining to
I do it
As we get with classy shit
To make them hard ass rappers blast me (buck buck)
Cause I exemplify a mac
In like the shit nigga
Mashin rappers a passion
When I get Tip and Tribe lyrics
I smash your
a big disappointment
But this here shit surprise ya
a plan:
The get tweaked
of the size of demand
So if you measure up
press your luck
Cause I'm in the cut
Man ain't no catchin up
I bet ya never heard a nigga with a this flow
this bro
gettin ate like a
No.
I never could'a it-
I rip a rapper's off
To him scream when its convenient.
Hear ye ye
we're the
Undisputed ones that you get mad at when you me
Pompous comp. just barely even on the meter
Cause we the that they checkin for
Me and you or, you and him
Ruinin'
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 some of y'all niggas know it ya
the mic and you can't recite
Yo that gets me irate when ya debate
But wait- Now ya 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 son; the phukk?
Anybody here rap doesn't go buck?
But can you grab the mic and ill shit? (like)
Stun'em with the verbs, instead of clips.
Check it: I flip styles by the
I-could-even-[too that I was but I wasn't
You MC's are into rigor mortis
Give it up
And support this;
I got styles that are
in the clink
I'm like,
What the phukk you
I'm down with the D-E-L
So what the

(Haha!)
I never come from the temple a rap
your 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 puppies (Arf! Arf!)
rhymes are simple
My are roughed up
Like a bag
mags on my wheels
Peel out your head
While bust lead
dead
I beat your head in the resin when the pipe hits the in my

My are never tamer
I'ma hurt ya later/after
On the path of
I got fangs not
like a bitch I use to puncture
With
And
Racin' like my
Bust to scatter
And my latter me elevate
MC's that are hella fake
My reaction to rappin' is laughin
It has been for askin they get their ass
Cause they're
I'm lyrical lacerations
That you're
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 ones that you get mad at
The undisputed ones you get mad at
When you . . . grab the and you can't recite