[Intro: Percee P & Pharoahe Monch]
A-yo, Perc'!
A-yo, what's up, Monch?!
A-yo! Kick some ol' lung collapsing lyrics
For these feeble-minded MC's to assimilate
Aight!
Yo, let the homicides begin
I know what you mean, yo, give me the mic
[Verse]
I'm the capital P-E-R-C-double-E-dash-P
P-dash-double-E-C-R-E-P is me
Shots of top lyrical fitness, that's why you bit this
Get this, I got a witness and I won't quit this
Or flip flop, get dropped, shit, I'm in tip-top shape
Lyrics escape, can't even catch 'em on tape
Main attraction, usin' my brain, a fraction
Of my knowledge of wisdom and lyrical rhythm'll give 'em
A migraine, before I reign on stage
You better walk like the fingers on the Yellow Page
Rhymes and homicides are lethal, nobody's equal to me
No one survives, so why make a sequel?
MC Percee P give no mercy
To nobody emceein' 'til they reimburse me
I cold grip the mic, strike and rip his life
My raps dilapidate adversaries with Kryptonite
Hit you with a verse, make you disperse
But first call up a hearse 'cause Perc' leave you worse than this
Brain cells shatter, MC's scatter
I splatter them all with somethin' that ain't even matter
Got a ladder on stage, women runnin', come in every age
But never ring on my finger, this thing'll linger un-engaged
Renegade, Percee P ain't afraid of no one, no gun or son
I'm gettin' paid when my record's played
Every weekend like lottery, rap's a part of me
Words flow but don't show no blood in you artery
Ladies greet me, treat me like the stars
When I show up, they start to throw up all their panties and bras at me
Rap is the last of me, now to gas women with my pencil
I send you into a mental catastrophe
This rhyme ain't designed for prime time
In a battle line-for-line, you're behind
Every mind tryin' to rhyme with intellect, spellin' all incorrect
Defy your every line, mines are introspective
Those in the premises will always remember this
Record elected in your top ten, stop then and reminisce
Percee P — you rather get worse than me
When it comes to rhymes, every verse will be
Harder than titanium, parts from your cranium
Burst, disperse, every verse explodes like uranium
So, yo, don't upset me 'cause that will only get me
Mad enough, it's bad enough I had enough of
Lettin' these amateurs rock, I call 'em wannabes
I bet they're all the P's
And if they ain't, they gonna be
To all you critics, just admit it
My style is dope, you can't cope and you hope to get it
You're captivated, activated, rap-related fans leave infatuated
When I get open, the place starts smokin'
You start chokin', showboat and Perc' get broken
Rehearse a while, let it get versatile, I reverse your style
OK, B? Then maybe Perc'll smile
You're put on a stretcher when I let the style get ya
I bet ya sweat the Rhyme Inspector
Records you manufacture are so wack
You can't sing 'em or bring 'em, people fling 'em back at ya
You're the phattest, baddest of the best copycatters
When they played it, it rated G for garbage 'cause that's your status
Nobody's iller on the mic
You never know when I'mma strike 'em like the Zodiac Killer
This 22-year-old veteran you ain't better than
Medicine won't help, slick, stick to peddlin'
When a writer's bite and hype the type, parasites swipe
You're bitin', you're stage fright, you don't even hold the mic right
[Outro: Percee P]
Yeah! This is the Rhyme Inspector MC Percee P
Comin' at ya straight from the Boogie Down Bronx
I'm gonna give a shout out to the Ultramagnetics
Organized Konfusion
To everybody around the way at Patterson Projects
I wanna say peace
I dedicate this to my cousin, Kevin Turner, rest in peace!
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