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[Featuring Pep Love Q Tip]
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Del: Up front introducing my man Pep Love:
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Pep:
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My introduction:
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It's such an unbelievable pleasure
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For you to treasure;
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And much needed too
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Make it phat though
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on another plateau
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You begining to begining to groove;
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I do it natural
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As we get Jazzy with classy shit
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To make them hard ass rappers wanna blast me (buck buck)
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Cause I exemplify a typified mac
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In actin like the shit nigga
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Mashin rappers with a passion
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When I get Tip and Tribe flashion lyrics
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I smash your spirits
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Like a big disappointment
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But this here shit will surprise ya
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Devise a plan:
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The pipsqueaks get tweaked
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cause of the size of demand
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So if you wanna measure up
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then press your luck
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Cause when I'm in the cut
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Man there ain't no catchin up
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I bet ya never heard a nigga with a bigga this flow
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Bigga this bro
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gettin ate like a clitoris?
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No.
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I never could'a seen it-
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I rip a rapper's balls off
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To make him scream when its convenient.
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Hear ye hear ye
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Clearly we're the
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Undisputed ones that you get mad at when you hear me
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Pompous comp. just
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Barely even registered
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Cause we the niggas that they checkin for
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Me and you or, you and him
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Ruinin' them
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Doin men in
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When I'm cluing them in
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On the one
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Del:(Ya two... three, four)
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Q-Tip:
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Now niggas know I got lyrics out the anal
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And any move that you make could be fatal
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The poet that shows it:
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and some of y'all niggas know it when ya
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Grab the mic and you can't recite
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Yo that gets me irate when ya can't debate
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But wait- Now ya niggas think that I'm ya runnin' mate?
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Naw phukk that, cuz when I grab the baton I'm gone (zoom)
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All around the track like a runnin maniac (damn)
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You babblin your babblin son; what the phukk?
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Anybody here rap that doesn't go buck?
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But can you grab the mic and kick ill shit? (like)
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Stun'em with the verbs, instead of using clips.
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Check it: I flip styles by the dozen;
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I-could-even-[too fast] that I was but I wasn't
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You MC's are slipping into rigor mortis
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Give it up please
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And just support this;
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I got styles that are legendary
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Even in the clink
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Lyrically I'm like,
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What the phukk you think?
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Cause I'm down with the D-E-L
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So what the hell?
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Del:
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(Haha!)
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I never come from the temple a simple rap
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Cause your raps poor
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I'm on track
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I lap yours
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Collapse yours
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Elapse forever
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You're never gonna get better bitin' my friend
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But I lend a hand helping
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MC's yelping like puppies (Arf! Arf!)
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Their rhymes are simple
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My rhymes are roughed up
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Like a duffle bag
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mags on my wheels squeal
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Peel out towards your head
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While others bust lead
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That's dead
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I beat your head in the resin when the pipe hits the buds in my
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chamber
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My rhymes are never tamer
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Perpetrators I'ma hurt ya later/after
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On the path of danger
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I got fangs not bangs
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like a bitch which I use to puncture
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With punctuation-
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And mutation
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Racin' like my thoughts
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Bust shots to scatter
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And my latter lets me elevate
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Over MC's that are hella fake
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My reaction to your rappin' is laughin
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It has been for askin they get their ass kicked
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Cause they're plastic
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I'm bringing lyrical lacerations
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That you're tastin
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Painful I mame foes
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Metaphorically
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Historically used the hip hop
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To make your neck pop
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Naw the eyes cause I kick the modern style
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(Modern style, haha!)
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Cut:
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The undisputed ones that you get mad at
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The undisputed ones that you get mad at
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The undisputed ones that you get mad at
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When you . . . grab the mike and you can't recite
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. . .
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Undisputed Champs
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| Del The Funky Homosapien |
