Undisputed Champs

Lyrics

[Intro: Del] A'ight, hold up, hold up Now introducing, up front, my man Pep Love [Verse 1: Pep Love | Del] My introduction, it's such an unbelievable pleasure For you to treasure, and much needed to Make it phat, though, on another plateau You've been needin' to get in the 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 pimpified mack In actin' like the shit, nigga Mashin' rappers with a passion When I get Tip and Tribe flashin' lyrics, I smash your spirits Like a big disappointment But this here shit will surprise ya, devise a plan (A plan) A pipsqueak, shit's weak 'cause the size of the man (Size of the man) So if you wanna measure up then press your luck (Yep) 'Cause when I'm in the cut man there ain't no catchin' up (Pep) I bet ya never heard a nigga with a vigorous flow Figure this bro gettin' ate like a clitoris? No I never coulda seen it I rip a rapper's balls off To make him scream when it's 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 on the meter 'Cause we the niggas that they checkin' for Me and you or, you and him, ruinin' them Doin' men in when I'm cuein' him in on the one (Yeah, two, three, four) [Verse 2: Q-Tip | Del] Y'all 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 (You're weak) Yo that gets me irate when ya can't debate (Yep) But wait, y'all niggas think that I'm ya runnin' mate? (Nah) Nah, fuck that, 'cause when I grab the baton I'm gone (Zoom) All around the track like a runnin' maniac (Damn) You're babblin', you're babblin', son; what the fuck? (Huh?) Anybody can grab the gun and go buck (Psshewww) But can you grab the mic and kick ill shit? (Like this) Stun 'em with the verbs, instead of using clips? (Nah) Check it: I flip styles by the dozen (Yeah) I could even do things that you thought I was but I wasn't You MC's are slipping into rigor mortis (Dead) Give it up please and just abort this (Leave) I got styles that are legendary, even in the clink (Yeah) Poetic reality, what the fuck you think? 'Cause I'm down with the D-E-L, so what the hell? [Verse 3: Del] I never come from the temple of simple rappers Your rap's 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 (Yelp, yelp, yelp) Their rhymes are supple My rhymes are roughed up Like a duffel 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' Has-beens are askin' to get their ass kicked 'Cause you're plastic I'm bringing lyrical lacerations that you're tastin' Painful I maim foes metaphorically Historically used the hip-hop to make your neck pop Nod in awe when I kick the modern style (The modern style, haha, Hieroglyphics) [Outro: Pep Love & Q-Tip] 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 mic and you can't recite 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 mic and you can't recite Grab the mic and you can't recite Can't recite