Percee P - Percee P (Verses vs Beats) lyrics

[Intro: Percee P] Yeah, yeah, it's The Monarch of the Subterranean, Legendary Lethal Lyricist, The Rhyme Inspector Percee P. Straight from The BX, Patterson projects. I'ma show out for my man DJ Blowout, yo [Verse 1: Percee P] I spit at you like a 9 milli do, fill and k** a crew When syllables connect like umbilical cords, leave frauds In critical. Lord, it's pitiful. Better tell 'em I'm lethal Burn his weak crew and all his people, flows eat through his brain. You can see And reach through his cerebellum. Hurt a fake. When I serve a plate No one regurgitates. Every word I state rip through bones and vertebrate Increasing the murder rate. My fans are placed in rehab My grammar's laced in more sh** than sanitation Every man is facing contamination. Heed advice Percee P is nice, coming back to lead us twice like Jesus Christ With more flow to blow. Now all you need is ice. Got my hands traced and a big fan base From every land, race since this man laced tracks way back And never seen my damn face. One of a kind, bright like The sun when it shine when it come to my rhyme. If you're dumb in the mind Don't sing none of my lines. Hit cities quick like pretty chicks Perc' ain't no idiot and fifty-six get with me, sh** That's a hundred-twelve titties licked. What? Ratta tatta like a gat, I shoot data at you 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 Inspire pros, retired foes. Perc' ain't liable. Trying to blow Requires 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