Percee P - Lung Collapsing lyrics

Aiyo, Perc aiyo, what's up, Monch?
Aiyo, 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

I'm the capital P-E-R-C double E
Dash P-P dash double E-C-R-E-P in me
Shots in 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 with 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 a Yellow Page
Rhymes and homicides are lethal


Nobody's equal to me
No one survived, so why make a sequel?
MC Percee P give no mercy to
Nobody MC'in till they reimburse me
I cold grip the mic, strike then 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, mine's an introspective
Those in the premises will
Always remember this
Record, elected your top ten
Stop then and reminisce
Percee P, no rapper 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 them wannabes
I bet they're all the P's
And if they ain't, they gonna be
To all y'all 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 in 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 fattest, 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
Slicks think we're peddlin'
When a writer's bite and hype the type
Parasites swipe
You're bitin', you're stage fright
Don't even hold the mic right

Yeah, this is the Rhyme Inspector MC Percee P
Comin' at ya straight from
The Boogie Down Bronx i wanna give a shout
Out to the Ultramagnetics
Organized Konfusion
To everybody around the way
At Patterson Projects i want to say peace
I dedicate this to my cousin, Kevin Turner
Rest in peace