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