The Mayor

[Verse 1: Pep Love] I'm a hard line flow pressure, professor I ain't in it for the fame but I wanna live forever I'm so mega with the mo' better Capital letter, if you don't get it Go get a Rosetta Stone Either way you translate it You better just let it be known that daddy's home I'm taking off my belt I was staring in the eyes of my enemy and saw myself Then the law got dealt To the peasants in my presence I'm the best in it even if I didn't have a red cent The resident resident Buddha blessed in it Representative of how to wreck it while the record's spinning Comes well recommended You gon' see me test my limit before my second wind hit Pancake batter, grey matter, grab a dame by her mane Have her love the way I came at her [Hook: Pep Love] When we step into your city Keep it grimy and gritty, the Hiero committee Run shit like the mayor Party over here, what? Y'all over there When we stomp into your area Everywhere you are No one can better, nah We run shit like the governor But we gon' let it do what it did, what it does, huh We run shit like the mayor [Verse 2: Tajai] No matter the subject matter The rigors with which I subject matter With my inter-dimensional spits unparalleled Did you all mitt, the progenitor click Invented the shit in your well-spun fairy tale Why give specks respects due The truth will protect you When next to you'll see growths essential Measurement ain't even relevant or evident In the shadow of a mountain Shouting how big your pebbles is Well rocko I'm such a generous gentleman Who when times is reticent to denigrate degenerates It's mean, I'd rather disseminate the medicine I mean all smart soldiers imitate the veterans Congressional medalists from umpteen tours Really here for one thing: your progression and betterment Shoop heard veterans bailing in the desert winds Spreading this gospel to any hostile settlement [Hook] [Verse 3: Casual] I ain't one of them dudes You won't catch me hanging out with none of them dudes None of them fools, 'less I'm trying to run up bamboos For a hundred grand The shoes, the tie, the hat, the crew's dip Plus the new shit that would arrive and tighten up loose lips Blue ships, the top pick The crew sick, and you pick the topic The crew spit hot shit Subduce the subconscious cause I'm just lyrically obnoxious but conscious You niggas better feel me or chill, B Don't ice grill me just blow nice But really, I only smoke spliffs Kush like Nubia Kushite to harm your king The swing's off ya, steel shine No prime flow when it's time for the rhyme flow [Hook]