Who's It On - Casual

[Featuring Pep Love  Del] 
Verse One: Pep Love 
My name be Pep Love 
over the loop  I scoop  and do a flip 
alleyoup  put a dip in a hula hoop 
And spin her as I went in her 
she's hot like diner 
she sounds like a tenor 
Then again I wouldn't know  yo 
what is the subject 
the way that Pep Love check 
mics and throw rights and lefts 
Don't move or budge yet 
cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house 
I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out 
as we step in 
Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons 
cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance 
I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen 
a crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens 
Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene 
I bet ya that I wet ya mc's like a dream 
Bringin a pow pow 
shootin up like coke in the veins, 
but now, now 
I'd rather have smoke in the brain 
Who's the pimp? 
The nigga that profits when I rock shit 
I spin 
check this shit which I have concocted 
Then you can jock it 
[Bridge:] 
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat]" 
Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien 
Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came 
your style is lame, you picked a bad time. 
Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate 
When it comes to rhymes I know I'll be great 
Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it 
I'm right around the corner 
you mourn or you shitted, bricks 
I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats 
The agenda will send ya 
in and out through my landscape 
I will ban fakes, phony figures 
No need for alarm