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Up front, introducing my man Pep
[Pep
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 wanna blast me (buck buck)
Cause I a typified mac
In actin the shit nigga
Mashin rappers with a
I get Tip and Tribe flashion lyrics
I smash your
Like a big
But this here shit surprise ya
a plan:
The get tweaked
cause of the of demand
So if you wanna up
then press luck
Cause I'm in the cut
Man there no catchin up
I bet ya never heard a nigga with a this flow
this bro
gettin ate like a
No.
I never seen it-
I rip a rapper's off
To make him scream its convenient.
ye hear ye
Clearly the
Undisputed ones you get mad at when 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 cluing in
On the one

Ya two... three,

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

(Haha!)
I never come the temple a simple rap
Cause your poor
I'm on
I lap
yours
Elapse
never gonna get better bitin' my friend
But I a hand helping
yelping like puppies (Arf! Arf!)
Their are simple
My are roughed up
a duffle bag
mags on my wheels
Peel out towards your
While bust lead
dead
I beat your head in the resin when the pipe the buds in my

My rhymes are tamer
Perpetrators I'ma ya later/after
On the of danger
I got not bangs
like a bitch I use to puncture
With
And
Racin' like my
Bust to scatter
And my latter lets me
Over MC's that are fake
My to your rappin' is laughin
It has been for askin get their ass kicked
Cause they're
I'm bringing lacerations
That you're
Painful I foes

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

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