[Pep Love]



Now for the record I'm a professional

Making my word known dropping over the metronome

Hopping over the norm to the rank of the Prose

Taking you on a journey to where civilization arose

The nine principles of Hieroglyphics lore exist to be

Those that added a twist to hip hop history

Excelling that swelling at a rate

You can't hold back might as well collaborate

And make it better forever and never cease

At least, I'm gonna do what I wanna do

And get my piece of the pie

This Hieroglyphic high priest speaks from my third eye

Never learned nothing from Greece

It's easy to bit and steal

But once you come amongst those with heightened skill

You get frightened

Mics and the likes of me

Create ice in the hearts of the average MC

And with my counterparts

My thoughts are massed to the juggernaut force

You better not horse around with, come and get drowned

In the rhythm I found

And stuck with it through the thick and thin

While some just withered away

I'm in this for permanent prominence

Turning it out, my presence is ominous

Blessed in my destiny rest in each

Syllable and the particular way it dress the beat