Distant Star

[Verse 1: Percee P] I'm from years ago So ahead of my time, when it come to the rhyme, it take 20 years to blow I'm forever dope, you never spoke about me Doubt P ever existed? Get a telescope To see the light, take heed to hype, be the type That eclipse others from shining, don't give me the mic You better sweat your guys and check your eyes Because, only the real recognize Astrologists that follow this turned into novelists For over ten years I've been here, ask anthropologists Who spit sicker? It's time to get richer Chicks stargazing, look for me just like The Big Dipper [Chorus: Percee P] I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there [Verse 2: Percee P] Every few years, you hear me spit with the best from the underground Clown, you'd know if you cared I invented rhymes that went with music by Heliocentrics Sounds sick and demented – don't it? To my opponents, I'll pull ya card You'll see plenty stars, and I ain't talking Hollywood Boulevard Bars I spit, DJ's on eBay'll charge a grip 'Cause my vinyl's hard to get, uh I stay realer, way iller Like James Brown or Escorts, Rick James, bitch, or J Dilla One of a kind, stunning your mind I'm outta reach when it comes to the rhymes, I'm a distant star [Chorus: Percee P] I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there [Verse 3: Percee P] Who spit faster? Leave you with asthma NASA knows I'm not a gas, a luminous ball of plasma Percee is the one, every verse burst like a gun After me, the only star nearest to the Earth is the Sun Peeping y'all cats while I'm freaking bars When I rhyme I shine longer than a main sequence star Y'all wack, in tracks, meat of the paw's grasp Not even the black hole could keep this star back, uh I'm the baddest, B – huh, so you had to see for yourself 'Cause you thought us stars belonged in the galaxy Not the first MC, but a star that could rhyme In these days in times, they call me Percee P [Refrain: Percee P] A star that could rhyme, in these days in times, they call me Percee P A star that could rhyme, in these days in times, they call me Percee P [Verse 4: MF DOOM] It might sound strange, but he wish it would rain To wash away the drainage from his squished-in brain Mission insane, switching lanes, wrong signals Anytime he came real close, her thong wiggled Just a gigalo like Lee Roth Save it for David, Craig, I'm in it for the G-off From the tee-off, completely off the meat rack Kick lyrics like kick flip, feet off the beat track Pulled her like Copperfield See me with your own eyes, still, "is he not for real?" Snot drop, got the deal like Holley wheels Shot the steel, tops with pill like Jalil Slot mill – she's with the mad Copped more feels than you can squeeze with ya hand Cheese, it's in the can like trash And had bad cash like ya man with the bad hash Some say he's got the gift Fistin' while listening to a jazz riff, as if Known to be fanatical Especially with the rhymes that's totally radical Get smacked, it's good for you you like barley food Villain go Holly-woo'ed and still be "gnarly, dude"