Percee P - Lung Collapsing Lyrics Pt. II (Vocal) lyrics

S.O.U.L. Purpose ft. Percee P - “Lung Collapsing Lyrics Pt. II” [Produced by King Koncepts and Zvi Edelman] [Scratches by DP One] [Verse 1: Mazzi] I said: I'll hit you with The intricate syndicate. Unique with no duplicate I'll strike like Mike fighting writing, so writing's ludicrous Get deeper than a uterus when doing this. As words catch flight I'll serve heads like a stewardess. First-cla** To surpa** your dumb a**, accelerate [?] [?] nickel-plate. The breath controls I use'll make the average hyperventilate. Eliminate The process and elevate through the progress. Man, f** them all I understand [?] for excess Wackness is prohibited, considered null and void I'm a freaky teacher and speaker like The Herculoids Deployed many ways, put in work berserk If need be, I'll grab a shovel and I'll do my dirt Now who want to mess with this lyrical antagonist? When I grab the mic, I twitch, switch protagonist War, rock all who call at the start of brawl Want to battle? [?]. I'm always on call Before you start to walk, you're best to learn how to crawl Root firm foundation, so I rarely, barely fall, and if I slip, I'll flip right back to attack position Regardless of my condition, I'm a soldier with a mission Got the competition wishing that I foggy up my vision [?] of my soul, one of my nuts take a hold I possess a secret weapon, repping the power of soul Yeah [Verse 2: Percee P] Chicks attack and grab us ‘cause our rapping status is that we got the baddest Style that can have kids leaving with a breathing apparatus Lay clowns with stray rounds from my trey-pound. Stay down Charged with eight counts when they found a mic with my friends on the playground Get your clique, bro, and tiptoe before I spit flows and rip throat for miles Because it blows. That's how sh** goes. Said: keep your lips close Consider Perc', spit a verse without or with a curse Compound patterns add to the first. You n***as thirst My sh**'ll burst ‘Cabularies. Egos are adversaries, raps are scary You'll have to worry ‘cause [?] is imaginary [?] bigger offense. n***a Dig your coffin. Your mouth has got liquors talking, what? Ratta tatta like a gat, I shoot data at your bladder So scatter ‘cause I splatter brain matter just for chatter Hope you run. Displays are like switchblades with AIDS I get paid. My sh** played more than kids crave Pokémon Rap deacon from that region that get acts even with gats Leaving the game and fame behind like Cat Stevens Inspired pro retire foes. P ain't liable. Trying to blow Require dough. n***as die at shows trying to bust these rapid-fire flows Manipulate rhymes, liquidate, and rip a break, b**h Get a whip and grapes. I'll lick the plate and them things them strippers shake It's like this and like that, y'all. Black I'm back to smack these wack new jacks who rap, y'all [Verse 3: Mazzi] “Collapse Lungs” with my “Lyrics”—that's word to Percee P So next time, B, think again before attempts at versing me (See?) Thoroughly, surgery verbally turn and gun Third-degree clinically, critically burning son Yeah, that's right. Let me slow down (Sike). You still want To bring it? Whatever. Better have your padded clothes Those who oppose, I suppose, are my foes Flows pose at shows from highs to lows, from domes To toes. [?] and clothes exposed Of all who chose to play the roles of those who fit The mold to hold the sk**s [?] When hoes reveal and still expose their nose And clothes at shows. For real, shoot more ice Than Super Bowls for meals, they'll run short like Muggsy Bogues for pills and drills, so souls are sold to close A deal. We're still for real