Percee P - Lung Collapsing Lyrics lyrics

[Eh yo, Perc] eh, yo, what's up? [Eh yo, kick some ol' lung collapsing lyrics For the feeble minded MCs to a**imilate] all right [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 And flip flop, get dropped, sh** I'm in tip top shape Lyrics escape, can't even catch him with tape Main attraction using my brain a fraction Of my knowledge or wisdom a 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 anybody 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, MCs scatter I splatter them all with something that ain't even matter Got a ladder on stage women runnin', comin' 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 and my rec'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 And a battle line for logic 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' this amateur rock a cord or wallabies 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, be 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 copycata's When you played it, it's rated G for garbage cause that's your status Nobodies iller On the mic you never know when I'mma strike 'em like the Zodiac k**er This twenty two year old veteran, you ain't better than Medicine won't help, slicks think we're peddlin' When writers 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 Percee P coming from the Boogie Down Bronx I want to give a shout out to the Ultramagnetic, Organized Konfusion To everybody around the way at Paterson Projects, I want to say peace I dedicate this to my cousin, Kevin Turner, rest in peace