Percee P - The Man To Praise lyrics

In 19, seventy-nine
The rhyme for fun hoping
To become a celebrity rap star
Some said I stink cause they didn’t think
That I would go that far
10 years old al I wanted was to get on
It at a jam and damn man you fronted
Plenty times, many times still with throw
Jams, when I finally got it
I was not into slow jams
When I got you hyped as I drop the mic
Want to rhyme every next time but not tonight
So I wrote extra hard
The crowd got into me because
Mentally I left you scarred
The same suckers that used to
Rock in front of "Used
To jocking" wanted me to get loose a lot
They used to come around town down my sound
Compound round like a clown
Now they standing astound
A lot of rubbish, rappers where getting on
Wax while I still rap the
Cause I was sitting on
I felt like everybody was
Running outside playing me
Saying "P yo when you coming out"
Got to run around some people
Would tell me things like
I can make you big but all
They did was sell me dreams
Then I met my man the almighty KG him
And me real chill and still tidy
I got down with D-Nique the hypnotic
Performing on a stage with
A mic he’s psychotic
I always wanted to perform with
A bird’s eye view of
People who come and see you like at the LQ
I owe a lot of things to Arron
D, cause when he got hooked up
The brother looked up me
And D-Nique yes my best friend
You can check it we made a record called
"Let the homicides begin"
In ’88 the styles we were
Running down and the
Music nobody used it but run it now
We gotta
A lotta rep and respect from brothers and
Sisters those that dissed us could step
All I could say is that hard work pays
Now the rhyme inspector MC Percee
P’s the man to praise

In’89 Ekim got down
When I stepped to him I knew
Him way back since junior high
Where he rest, he lived up in Jackson
Me and D lived up in
Patterson in case you’re asking
In the boogie down
Uptown suit up clowns that fucked
‘round got bucked down
You left running out the castle
That was the spot
You got a lot of hassle coming out
Young ladies weren’t on my lap
Until we came up
And got our names up on the map
For every hottie, jocked at
Me at every party
I wasn’t bags never thinking
But sticking everybody
Every Thursday, it was E in the booth
Getting loose cutting with Kid Capri
No discussion
Busting my chops to get my props and rock and
Stop at the tip top of hip hop
Now they wanna see me, some thought I
Was under but now they wonder
How it feels to be me
They gotta go, gotta go why
They wasn’t with me before a shorty come
Get me when I got a show
All I could say is that hard work pays
Now the rhyme inspector MC Percee
P’s the man to praise