Percee P - Rematch In The Patterson Projects lyrics

[Verse: Lord Finesse] I used to coach the team, see I'm better on the mic Find an ace up my sleeve, never on the dice Pushin' a 2002 if you shout and you stare Sittin' on 110 if you countin' the spare See ya out ya mind tryna face the God Your rhyme is like a empty prison - a waste of bars No time flash, see I scrape the squad We don't ask for sh**, we just take what's ours Got the sk**s of titanium, straight to the cranium Try to play me and, we can go to war like Iranians The deep cat, I speak rap as long as the beat phat My sh**'ll be off the meat rack Lord Finesse, don't hara** the God Spit four bars and piss on like half ya squad Sorta savage, I don't gay bash I slaughter f*ggots You n***as playing Russian Roulette with automatics See, on the street yo I'm top the rank Three words when I get the dice: "stop the bank" Bet against me? Yeah, you get your cash tooken Even my street team promote nothin' but a** whoopins How can you win in this world so cruel? When ya learn the game n***as change the rules Ya gotta keep cool, get down, and make moves Show and prove in this land where cash rules If money makes the world go round then so be it I been broke before ain't tryna repeat it If your plan ain't talkin' bout grands I don't need it Ya vision ain't picturing cream? I can't see it [Verse: Percee P] I rap battle like Campion Cause I'll flip on them ba*tards like a gymnastic champion I entertain well Amateurs lose stamina tryna examine the lyrics'll damage your brain cells Yeah I pulled it The gats trigger on fake black wiggas and wack n***as making bullsh** Y'all n***as gotta quit popping a lot of sh** I'm not a bit impressed with your raps so snap out of it Foes with audacity, tryna smash the P Won't last with me using their full capacity Rhymes I'll give ya, flow like a river With a high tide, I glide, swifter and different from others Take a note or two Before your sh** flops and you get dropped under the Hip Hop quotables Catch the pro at this and Kodak this Cause your wackness can't flow like this, so go practice Y'all ain't lyrically with it, physically fitted To take a hit I'll break your sh** and make you quit if you try to get it My rap recital on tracks are vital That's why no one attacks and tries to smash my title If you're clever never play me close champ When I kick it I get wicked I'm licking and sticking it like a post stamp It takes six, I can make hits accapella I could sell a million never living like Rockefeller Got deals in the rap field The reason I got bills cause I got ill using rap sk**s And yes y'all, as I bless y'all It's me Percee P and Lord Finesse y'all, fresh y'all