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letra de chance - pep love

verse 1 (pep love)
yo we never lax, take it to the max
don’t ask questions, make suggestions
da da die, all that bullsh-t, reaching for ya
pump your brakes punk, i can hear em’ screeching when
you realize i’m c-cked and loaded
locked my vision in between your eyes
it’s not wise pullin’ a stunt
you probably do nothing but take a fall guy
step up with preparation in all my relations
demonstrate shine, penetrate minds
locks and chains, shock your brains long range
if it sound strange, sh-t’ll get a little bit more
militant so, you better get in-to it
pompous buffouns accomplish a tombstone
that your biter chip, trying to sink my ship
take a intellectual dip, entertain the thought
of f-cking with mine, reluctant?
i bet ya find default
blaugh, blaugh all that madness, we add this
on to the rest and bless them with finesse
my likeness; mysterious
large like lochness, i know you’re curious
i guess that’s why you’re jocking this
furious style for the boyz in the hood
get rushed and crushed over the percussion
good game it came with experience
language, spoken a broken form
you can’t hang with, focus upon my nuts
why must it be like that? other than
no matter the fact, we never the wack
smash, battle ram, and shatter the track
just for living in me, being the man that i am
verse 2 (mako)
in the eternal fire
dire straits awaits our desire
to make you quake, as i awake
to take you under
make you wonder
when i rip you asunder
hear my thunder
when i come to plunder
i’ll be the one ta
pull your number
when you blunder
i’m from the gates of diss
i await to trick souls
who slip in the abyss
keep your distance
or lose your existence
no resistance
these words i’ve thrown, i’m stoned
are not a misprint
and in an instant
you’ll catch h-ll when i cast spells
my traps dwell deeper
so come and meet the grim reaper

hook
(mako)
watch your head when you enter
the abode of the dead center, and check your temper
and if you choose this road, you may lose your soul
so as you go check the path that you venture
(pep love)
take a chance with death, is it life you choose
we don’t like you fools and you might get bruised
take a dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
never again to breath, what do you believe?
(mako)
watch your head when you enter
the abode of the dead center, and check your temper
and if you choose this road, you may lose your soul
so as you go check the path that you venture
verse 3 (mako)
no antioxidant can stop my cancer causing
free radicals, and that’ll grow
into a tumor, soon to spread like rumours
lunar eclipse ?in tuners?
to gloom where things consumers
dream to assume the
doom i bring to the room will soon die
never the moon shine brighter than tonight
i’m revitalizing my power train
seems like cowards reign supreme in lamer’s schemes
lets see if i can attain a scream
from them when they lean
tippin’ closer to the speakers
unsociable posters, hope to grope ya
learn the inner workings, rehearsing weaker rhymes
now they seeking mines
i munch on, jump on my bandwagon
i’m the man draggin’ chains through the flames
of h-llish pain from out the same soil
i was before the rain falling
like ?floss-is? or icarus
when he lost his wax and wings
tossing back king cobras
over and over
it just don’t stop, til i fill my quota
verse 4 (pep love)
what you heard? you get served
to the rhythm of the pros
1, 2 we get rhythm and give em’ a body blow
high, low, in between, intravenously
g*nius leaks in ya system
do natta but listen
i blitz em’, splits em with some more crazy sh-t
some of you n-ggas wanna get some?
fit em’ in a box nice and comfy
while i be sippin’ shroom tea with a dash of comfrey
and a hash blunts lit, with the bump sh-t
playing we relayin’ how chumps get
lumped knotted and watted up
get it, got it, good, what?
what you wanna do about it?
i didn’t think so, knock on wood
yes you could die, if you would try
quizzin’ the first light, or second the third eye
vision is life love and happiness
not a fine white wife, benz and a palace
malice of shiestiness?
like this, they be swinggin’ on the t-st-cl-s
and if your mama’s in the house please let me know
cause, i got a mouth that be dirty (oh)
and i got a pal named d-ck that stands vertical

- pep love

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