[Featuring Pep Love Del]
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
she's hot like diner
she sounds like a tenor
Then again I wouldn't know yo
what is the subject
the way that Pep Love check
mics and throw rights and lefts
Don't move or budge yet
cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house
I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out
as we step in
Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons
cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've 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 mc's like a dream
Bringin a pow pow
shootin up like coke in the veins,
but now, now
I'd rather have smoke in the brain
Who's 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:]
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat]"
Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien
Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm 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 I'll be great
Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it
I'm 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
