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casual - who's it on lyrics

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my name be pep love
over the loop, i scoop, and do a flip
alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
and spin her as i went in her
ahe’s hot like diner, she sounds like a tenor
then again i wouldn’t know, yo

what is the subject the way that pep love check
mics and throw rights and lefts don’t move or budge yet
’cause hieroglyphics in the motherf-ckin’ house
i rips descriptions of mc’s duckin’ out

as we step in pep and del and casual leave the weapons
’cause we flippin’ this funky sh-t for the crowds acceptance
i’ve been around the world and i, i, i never seen
a crew of fresher n-gg-z that just be actin’ all in they teens

never stallin’, as soon as we fill in the scene
i bet ya that i wet ya mc’s like a dream
bringin’ a pow pow shootin up like c-ke in the veins
but now, now i’d rather have smoke in the brain
who’s the pimp? the n-gg- that profits when i rock sh-t i spin
check this sh-t which i have concocted then you can jock it

“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?

“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?

yeah, it’s time i add flavor, and i’m glad i came
your style is lame, you picked a bad time.
del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate
when it comes to rhymes i know i’ll be great

inside my ride when i get it, i won’t have to kid it
i’m right around the corner you mourn or you sh-tted, bricks
i gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats
the agenda will send ya in and out through my landscape

i will ban fakes, phony figures
no need for alarm ’cause i’m the n-gg-
you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time
and you’ll catch a pistol whippin’ but if you got a bong fine

nowadays i don’t forget what is flavor, interlockin’
not meant for mockin, or plagiary i’m the major g, ask your agency
how my pager’s free of anguish, ya strange b-tch

i never saw you, we all crew so you small crews gets no attention
i commence to blend, within the background
like a chameleon, revealin’ them
this is how i track down traitors and the faders

“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?

“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?
“who’s it on, who’s it on, who’s it on?

i’m comin’ phat, so don’t mistake dude
i gate crews drop that sh-t kid i’ll make ya kneel
bow when i reveal real styles

electrocutin’ we wreck the cute scene rappin’, adaptin’
’cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin’ to bite mine
it’s quite funny word to the money that they say we gettin’
my crew’s judicial, you’re superficial

need i say more, n-gg-z get vexed
now they got me leavin bodies on the floor like homeless
i slice your spleen, i’m twice as mean
your dome is disconnected, we wreck sh-t

n-gg-z don’t know how to flow
that disgusts me, and keeps me bustin’
i must clean the hip-hop scene
i’m aware, no one can compare so i fiend

to hear a n-gg- who can flow better, you no better
hieroglyphics runnin’ sh-t from here till after forever
so clever mc’s take shorts because john knows who’s it on

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