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Up front, my man Pep Love
[Pep
My
It's such an pleasure
For you to
And much too
it phat though
on another
You begining to to groove;
I do it
As we get with classy shit
To make them hard ass wanna blast me (buck buck)
I exemplify a typified mac
In actin like the nigga
Mashin rappers with a
I get Tip and Tribe flashion lyrics
I smash your
a big disappointment
But this shit will surprise ya
a plan:
The pipsqueaks get
of the size of demand
So if you measure up
then press luck
when I'm in the cut
Man ain't no catchin up
I bet ya never a nigga with a bigga this flow
Bigga bro
ate like a clitoris?
No.
I never seen it-
I rip a rapper's off
To him scream when its convenient.
ye hear ye
Clearly the
Undisputed ones that you get mad at you hear me
Pompous comp. just barely even on the meter
we the niggas 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 out the anal
And any move that you could be fatal
The poet that it:
and some of y'all know it when ya
Grab the mic and you can't
Yo that gets me irate ya can't debate
But wait- Now ya niggas think that I'm ya runnin'
Naw that, 'cause when I grab the baton I'm gone (zoom)
All around the track a runnin maniac (damn)
You babblin your babblin what the phukk?
Anybody here rap that doesn't go
But can you the mic and kick ill shit? (like)
Stun'em the verbs, instead of using clips.
Check it: I flip styles by the
I-could-even-[too that I was but I wasn't
You MC's are slipping rigor mortis
Give it up
And just this;
I got that are legendary
Even in the
I'm like,
What the you think?
Cause I'm down with the
So what the

(Haha!)
I come from the temple a simple rap
Cause raps poor
I'm on
I lap
yours
Elapse
never gonna get better bitin' my friend
But I lend a hand
yelping like puppies (Arf! Arf!)
Their are simple
My rhymes are up
Like a bag
mags on my squeal
out towards your head
While others lead
That's
I your head in the resin when the pipe hits the buds in my

My rhymes are never
Perpetrators I'ma hurt ya
On the of danger
I got fangs not
like a bitch which I use to
punctuation-
And
like my thoughts
Bust to scatter
And my latter me elevate
Over that are hella fake
My reaction to your rappin' is
It has been for they get their ass kicked
Cause plastic
I'm bringing lacerations
That you're
I mame foes

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

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