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"