Pep Love

[Pep Love]
 Now for the record, I'ma 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 can't hold back, might as well collaborate
 And make it better forever and never ceasin'
 At least, I'm 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
 It's easy to bit 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
 I'm 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