Hieroglyphics - Undisputed Champs lyrics

[Del] Aite hold up hold up Now introducing...up front, my man Pep Love [Pep Love] 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 cla**y sh** To make them hard a** rappers wanna blast me (buck buck) Cause I exemplify a pimpified mack In actin like the sh** n***a Mashin rappers with a pa**ion When I get Tip and Tribe flashin lyrics I smash your spirits Like a big disappointment But this here sh** will surprise ya, devise a plan: A pipsqueak, sh**'s weak cause the size of the man 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 n***a with a vigorous flow Figure this bro: Gettin ate like a cli*oris? 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 on the meter Cause we the n***as 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 [Del] Ya two... three, four [Q-Tip] Now n***as know I got lyrics out the an*l And any move that you make could be fatal The poet that shows it: and some of y'all n***as 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 n***as 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 f**? Anybody can grab the gun and go buck (psshewww) But can you grab the mic and kick ill sh**? (like) Stun 'em with the verbs, instead of using clips Check it: I flip styles by the dozen I could even do things that you thought I was but I wasn't You MC's are slipping into rigormortis Give it up please and just support this I got styles that are legendary, even in the clink Poetic reality, what the f** you think? Cause I'm down with the D-E-L So what the hell? [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 (Arf! Arf!) Their rhymes are supple 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'mma hurt ya later/after On the path of danger I got fangs not bangs Like a b**h 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 a** kicked Cause they'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 [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 mic and you can't recite