Verse one: pep love
My name be pep love
Over the loop, I scoop, and do a flip
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
And spin her as I went in her
Shes hot like diner
She sounds like a tenor
Then again I wouldnt know, yo
What is the subject
The way that pep love check
Mics and throw rights and lefts
Dont move or budge yet
Cause hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house
I rips descriptions of mcs duckin out
As we step in
Pep and del and casual leave the weapons
Cause we flippin this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
Ive been around the world and i, i, I never seen
A crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin all in they teens
Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that I wet ya mcs like a dream
Bringin a pow pow
Shootin up like coke in the veins,
But now, now
Id rather have smoke in the brain
Whos the pimp?
The nigga that profits when I rock shit
I spin
Check this shit which I have concocted
Then you can jock it
[bridge:]
"whos it on, whos it on, whos it-on? [repeat]"
Verse two: del the funky homosapien
Yeah, its time I add flavor, and Im glad I came
Your style is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate
When it comes to rhymes I know Ill be great
Inside my ride when I get it, I wont have to kid it
Im right around the corner
You mourn or you shitted, bricks
I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya
In and out through my landscape
I will ban fakes, phony figures
No need for alarm cause Im the nigga
Youre in the wrong place at the wrong time
And youll catch a pistol whippin
But if you got a bong fine
Nowadays I dont forget what is flavor, interlockin
Not meant for mockin, or plagiary
Im the major g, ask your agency
How my pagers free of anguish, ya strange bitch
I never saw you, we all crew
So you small crews gets no attention
I commence to blend, within the background
Like a chameleon, revealin them
This is how I track down traitors
[bridge]
Verse three: casual
Im comin phat, so dont mistake dude
I gate crews
Drop that shit kid
Ill make ya kneel, bow
When I reveal real styles
Electrocutin we wreck the cute scene rappin, adaptin
Cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin to bite mine
Its quite funny
Word to the money that they say we gettin
My crews judicial, youre superficial
Need I say more, niggaz get vexed
Now they got me leavin bodies on the floor
Like homeless
I slice your spleen, Im twice as mean
Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit
Niggaz dont know how to flow
That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin
I must clean the hip-hop
Im avare, no one can compare
I fiend to hear a nigga who can flow better
You no better
Hieroglyphics runnin shit from here till after foever
So clever mcs take shorts because jooooohn. . .
Knows whos it on
