Angelz Wit Dirty Faces

[Verse One] [Pep Love]

I certainly had

Suckers in servitude

With sick sermons

I've been a serpent since I was a wee lad

My tongue was sharp

Rippin' this shit from the start

A buff brain and a humongous heart

How can I make this world a better place?

With the words comin' outta my face if it's some fake shit?

How can I reach my peeps if I'm rhymin' over beats that's weak

And my songs ain't unique?

So from the beginnin' my instinct

Was to have a style that was distinct and in sync

To the beat of the brink of eruption

I think I think too much

So I water the page with ink

Incredible art form

Wrought from the part of my thoughts

That shake concepts and start storms

I graduated from broke four tracks and ear phones

With the short in the wire makin' these here songs

I swell 'em when I'm in my element

You better tell 'em

My flows sexy

Elegant, bringin' the rebellion

Hip hop's the cure to the ailment

I've been waitin' to unveil hits for our further development

[Pep Love talking]

And it don't quit. And it don't stop. Uh huh, yeah. And it don't quit

And it don't stop. Uh huh

[Verse Two] [Sunspot Jonz]

Peep peep

In other countries

Hostin' TV shows

Clear my toes

On sandy beaches makin' doe

Off of throwin'

Our own shows worldwide

Show me the money

If you want a tour

I think back

Three or four years ago doin' shows to pay the electricity bill

Still

Broke, livin' off a taco truck

My real

Folks was the people

That I starved with

Fuck the bullshit

I put a beadie butt in a bong if the weeds all gone

Makin' songs at the house if a beats on

While we smokin'

Somebody starts freestylin'

And grabs the broken

Microphone

Bustin' raps on the four track till the whole pack spit

Sometimes endin' up with nine minute songs and shit

You know how it get, now you feelin' it

[Verse Three] [Luckyiam.PSC]

I only write when the beats on

I guess it's wrong

I leave it to the track to dictate the song

Topic

View from the inner optic

Plug in the sockets to energize the loose leaf

Both sides of my sheet is never neat chief

Crossed out lines and rhymes I would never use

I'm a picky dude

Dues been paid since the last time Snoop had his fade

Tell promoters +It's A G Thang+

Like they don't know

We rip it everywhere that we go

Bitch please

You dealin' with some underground O.G.s

Internal rippers

It's the microphone tripper