Lung Collapsing Lyrics

Lyrics

[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!