My name be Pep the loop, I scoop, and do a flip Alleyoup, put a dip in a hula And spin her as I in her hot like diner, she sounds like a tenor Then I wouldn't know, yo
What is the subject the way Pep Love check Mics and throw and lefts don't move or budge yet 'Cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin' I rips descriptions of duckin' out
As we step in Pep and Del and leave the weapons 'Cause we flippin' this funky shit for the acceptance I've been around the world and I, I, I seen A crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in teens
Never stallin', as soon as we in the scene I bet ya that I wet ya MC's like a Bringin' a pow pow shootin up coke in the veins But now, now I'd rather smoke in the brain Who's the pimp? The nigga that when I rock shit I spin Check this shit I have concocted then you can jock it
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"Who's it on, it on, who's it on? "Who's it on, who's it on, it on? "Who's it on, who's it on, it on? "Who's it on, it on, who's it on?
Yeah, time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came Your is lame, you picked a bad time. Del propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate When it to rhymes I know I'll be great
Inside my ride when I get it, I have to kid it I'm right around the corner you or you shitted, bricks I gets my kicks with my tricks and my The agenda will send ya in and out my landscape
I ban fakes, phony figures No need for 'cause I'm the nigga in the wrong place at the wrong time And catch a pistol whippin' but if you got a bong fine
Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor, Not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the major G, ask agency How my pager's of anguish, ya strange bitch
I never saw you, we all crew so you crews gets no attention I to blend, within the background Like a chameleon, revealin' This is how I track down and the faders
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I'm phat, so don't mistake dude I gate crews drop that shit kid I'll ya kneel Bow when I reveal real
Electrocutin' we the cute scene rappin', adaptin' 'Cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin' to bite It's quite funny word to the that they say we gettin' My judicial, you're superficial
Need I say more, niggaz get Now they got me leavin bodies on the floor homeless I slice spleen, I'm twice as mean Your is disconnected, we wreck shit
don't know how to flow That me, and keeps me bustin' I clean the hip-hop scene I'm aware, no one can so I fiend
To hear a nigga who can flow better, you no Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after So clever MC's shorts because John knows who's it on