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
 .