The Grime & Grit - Pep Love

Hard work is what it takes we

Uppin the stakes

Heavyweights break beats

And rhymes that levitate

Through time and space

But when I get into the grime

Ain’t no time to waste

We design divine premonition

And position ourselves

To manufacture dope

And put it on the shelves

Of ya brain cells

Dilatin when we violatin

Rules of your pre-concepts

And no exceptions is made

Manifest fresh with my best friend

Actualizing what was destined

Now that you and I see eye-to-eye

I bet we can both fly to the most high

But first

Lets dig our fingers in the earth

And roll in the dirt

Man that shit won’t hurt

Theres a war goin on outside ya home

Click ya boots, decide what side ya on

Apocalypse rips through the chocolate cities

From California to the Middle East

They talkin this talkin, it’s gettin intense

Let me tell you about these days of the last

I’m gettin convinced

You can hear it in the spirit

Of the lyrics I kick

And the sounds that Jay-Biz mixed

Fuck the glamor and the glitz

My grammar depicts

Truth of the scandalous tricks

These songs represent bricks

Now just get into the grime and grit

We gotta work for life sustaining

And what’s that worth?

But the bullets and red

It was raining lead and radiation

Shrapnel leaving ya chidren dead

We can’t go for that

No, my raps pulsate

While the wax rotate

Let’s take it to the max

No limitations

The natural effect

Of work is sweat

But the stage is set

For the modern sages to arrive

The Prose--Pep Love and Jay-Biz

It’s an ageless journey

But the page is turning

And the pessimism just dont concern me

Must engage this fully

As our ways get dark

As our days get

Trails we gonna blaze

Until we at the maze exit

Onto the next shit

But for now just

Get into the grime and grit

We gotta work, exert the heart

So that you don’t get jerked

In this game brings pain and perks

But I remain this

Same insane individual

Who sparked the flame

Makin the situation critical

With a collage of audiovisual

Original styles that break-through

Rape and pillage you

On tape like the pilgrims

Doin what we feelin to break through

And now it’s time we raise the ceiling