Molemen, Percee P - Just That Bad lyrics

"When it comes to skill
You know what's up" - Lord Finesse
"Come real with it
Cause, I'm just that bad" -
Gang Starr 'Gotta Get Over (Taking Loot) '

If you got the balls do me
Fasten cars to me, punchlines are so puny
Since y'all knew me
I been deep like Paul Mooney
I might show up so get a hearse
Ain't no nigga worse, stab me
When I kick a verse, mic's blow up
Like a nuclear blast
You see a flash that melt ya
Fallout shelter can't help ya ass i still
Flow the same, put a pro to shame
Lyrics blow your brain need
Novacane when I build
You rewind tapes cause ever line's great
I outshine fakes till my mind stays
Up like the crime rate
Rappers today bite and pray nights
Wishing that they bright or say hype
Rhymes their mind's assaulted mics anonymous
Rappers be trying to fuss
"He's outshining us" rhymes I bust
Have you laid up like patients
Who take on a bus

I'm a sweet lover but don't sleep brother
When I creep motherfuckers take deep cover
With each other i bury men
My flow have to bury with
Vocabulary so no adversary win
Will's telling me, for real
Fellas be still jealing me
Cutie's making booty calls like Bill Bellamy
Hoes are hot
Foes are shot down, but the flows I got
Clubs close a lot, cause I blows the spot
Fucking threat ya heard nothing yet
No need for bucking tec's for rappers to
Duck and fret or up and jet
Bustas and marks are first to die
When I spark the verse
Park a hearse for those
That started with Perc-
-ee P, he be burning dicks like VD
Only way you can see me is on TV
Legs are spread like newlyweds in
Sheds I dead what's said
Since putting heads to bed
Then fled from FEDS
Yo' hoe ass got a vendetta
Cause I always been better a trendsetter
Fans send letters to me instead of yo' ass

I came down to shame clowns
Kicking my same sound
I'mma reign now, if y'all ain't fix
Split a James Brown
I'm the poet who's rhyme was quoted
Lines are loaded
Shine then coated befo' they flowin'
Showing signs I wrote it
I outta auction these, style cost some G's
Challenger's eyes make tears like
The Force MD's
Percee P that's me I gets nasty
Rugged, flashy
Pass me the mic it's your ass G
What I make wreck's tape decks
At my apex packing latex for safe sex
From chickens tricking pay checks killing ya
Filling ya with rhymes similar to bullets
In the cylinder of a Dillinger
Spilling your brains out i'll blast ya later
You're reading essay's on me the
Next day like JFK's assassinator nobody
Ever went to represent it's
Evident why you hesitant
Cause, I'll take every cent and your hottie