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Up front, introducing my man Pep
Love]
My
such an unbelievable pleasure
For you to
And much too
it phat though
on another
You to begining to groove;
I do it
As we get Jazzy classy shit
To make them hard ass rappers blast me (buck buck)
Cause I exemplify a mac
In actin like the shit
Mashin rappers with a
When I get Tip and flashion lyrics
I smash your
Like a big
But here shit will surprise ya
Devise a
The pipsqueaks get
of the size of demand
So if you measure 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 this
Bigga bro
ate like 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 that you get mad at when you hear me
Pompous comp. just barely even registered on the
Cause we the niggas they checkin for
Me and you or, you and him
them
men in
When I'm them in
On the one

Ya two... three,

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

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

My rhymes are never
I'ma hurt ya later/after
On the path of
I got fangs not
like a bitch which I use to
punctuation-
And
Racin' like my
Bust to scatter
And my latter me elevate
Over that are hella fake
My reaction to rappin' is laughin
It has for askin they get their ass kicked
Cause they're
I'm bringing lyrical
That tastin
Painful I foes

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

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