Angelz Wit Dirty Faces [Verse One] [Pep Love] I certainly had s**ers in servitude With sick sermons I've been a serpent since I was a wee lad My tongue was sharp Rippin' this sh** from the start A buff brain and a humongous heart How can I make this world a better place? With the words comin' outta my face if it's some fake sh**? How can I reach my peeps if I'm rhymin' over beats that's weak And my songs ain't unique? So from the beginnin' my instinct Was to have a style that was distinct and in sync To the beat of the brink of eruption I think I think too much So I water the page with ink Incredible art form Wrought from the part of my thoughts That shake concepts and start storms I graduated from broke four tracks and ear phones With the short in the wire makin' these here songs I swell 'em when I'm in my element You better tell 'em My flows s**y Elegant, bringin' the rebellion Hip hop's the cure to the ailment I've been waitin' to unveil hits for our further development [Pep Love talking] And it don't quit. And it don't stop. Uh huh, yeah. And it don't quit And it don't stop. Uh huh [Verse Two] [Sunspot Jonz] Peep peep In other countries Hostin' TV shows Clear my toes On sandy beaches makin' doe Off of throwin' Our own shows worldwide Show me the money If you want a tour I think back Three or four years ago doin' shows to pay the electricity bill Still Broke, livin' off a taco truck My real Folks was the people That I starved with f** the bullsh** I put a beadie bu*t in a bong if the weeds all gone Makin' songs at the house if a beats on While we smokin' Somebody starts freestylin' And grabs the broken Microphone Bustin' raps on the four track till the whole pack spit Sometimes endin' up with nine minute songs and sh** You know how it get, now you feelin' it [Verse Three] [Luckyiam.PSC] I only write when the beats on I guess it's wrong I leave it to the track to dictate the song Topic View from the inner optic Plug in the sockets to energize the loose leaf Both sides of my sheet is never neat chief Crossed out lines and rhymes I would never use I'm a picky dude Dues been paid since the last time Snoop had his fade Tell promoters +It's A G Thang+ Like they don't know We rip it everywhere that we go b**h please You dealin' with some underground O.G.s Internal rippers It's the microphone tripper