Percee P - Coward of the Year lyrics

[The Controls] Does it feel, you're the coward of the year? [Percee P] I'm so laborious, bright Its a wreck in dire vocabulary Adversaries will commence to ignite like magnesium oxide combined with peroxide I'm hazardous, poisonous, the carbon monoxide Earning stacks, gold/sterling plaques from burning tracks Your learning that if your unconcerned with rap no turning back now Man I'll bomb you please from up in the trees I'll freeze the season with a tighter squeeze than Aaron Cometbus [Aesop Rock] Ayo, one heart plated with purely golden tiles Mixed with a little mischief, behold style Load a back alley shaman liquid tomb raider With a most fertile a**ortment of spitting logic For the lab rat's gone colossus in the spotlight Now Aesop Rock be the handle While your breath control is tough, to breath along is not enough I correspond to a kick snare blind But share the pa**ion But a small percentage of the ma**es and their fashion [The Controls] You got a feeling that you got me where you want me I've wait within the palm of your hand And you've got cartoons in the morning while I'm sleeping I've just got dreams that I don't understand [Percee P] Supply the checks, Known from Cali, Chi to Lex My respect and styles some try to get, but die direct from the side affects You crave Perc cause I'm well equip with predicate Your too delicate for this fella flip kid you better get saved first Called freaks give me no floor feet all sweet small peeks Cause my stocks exchange they bore street still the slick Kicking the illest hits who k** us quick when I build this? Spit more rounds than Bruce Willis flicks Ideas and flow raise eyelids that's why kids make hybrid rhymes Supplied with step this God did years ago to grasp a taste Have to place them in a gla** case and observe 'em from a Nasa space center with a mask on face Coward of the year make others fear the way this brother is empowered I am the bomb, don't try tampering with my brand of style could by stand The only witness ??? is God's (this guy's) camera taping me (Singing) I'm here, Does it feel, You're the coward of the year? I'm gone too far somebody pull me home, too gone, too far, too gone, too far [Aesop Rock] Sadly I withered a non-believer When pride covered this must lust, anger, gluttony, envy and sloth Form the frame of your demeanor I address but a rapidly lessening portion of majors Dissolved in the abortion of creations new laborers Pilot burner riddle of trades, divinity, composers And tunnel through and out of spite the anti hero dosage In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile Tenets embedded within synthetic inclination We have never dined on bait so when corrupt crooks Hook simple Samaritans' eyes buried in books Shift on a badda datta sun moon merger to guard the difference The New York MC population dancing uncontrollable expansion I, cyclothymic pound dodger Push a wooden nickel towards town squatter bother me not My wallow across the village drunk and mumbling in the streets 'bout how an angel gets its wings with every blue note I release An angel gets its wings with every blue note I release? Could this be lies? Cause I'm gonna spit cobalt 'til every angel fly's I blew the operation set to clinch victor Walkie talkers turn awkward fixtures to complete the wicked mixture The fire and ice combination adjourns fresh I return with the last living specimen caressed When the earth is vacated and the populace cleared I'll be the last star fighter sipping a goblet of my tears