[Pep Love] Now for the record, Im a professional Making my word known, dropping over the metronome Hopping over the norm to the rank of the Prose Taking you on a journey to where civilization arose The nine principles of Hieroglyphics lore exist to be Those that added a twist to hip hop history Excelling that swelling at a rate You cant hold back, might as well collaborate And make it better forever and never ceasin At least, Im gonna do what I wanna do And get my piece of the pie This Hieroglyphic high priest speaks from my third eye Never learned nothing from Greece Its easy to bite and steal But once you come amongst those with heightened skill You get frightened Mics and the likes of me Create ice in the hearts of the average MC And with my counterparts My thoughts are massed to the juggernaut force You better not horse around with, come and get drowned In the rhythm I found And stuck wit it through the thick and thin While some just withered away Im in this for permanent prominence Turning it out, my presence is ominous Blessed in my destiny rest in each Syllable and the particular way it dress the beat
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