Throwback Rap Attack Lyrics
| Song | Throwback Rap Attack |
| Artist | Percee P |
| Album | Perseverance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jackson, Simon | |
| {Percee P} | |
| I rap with knowledge | |
| Lines compiled in a complex style | |
| Convey 'em intricately say 'em slay 'em and exile | |
| Wild rap competitors get ready for my metaphoric | |
| Phrase, Madlib amaze, when he displays | |
| His track scratch and catch the record?I match the tempo | |
| With lyrics that swing, no strings attached | |
| My brain causes migraines, with lyrics I reign | |
| I came to dispose of foes and competition dissin' my name | |
| Rap fans remember me for my lyrical chemistry | |
| Brains might explode | |
| Knowledge overloads my memory bank | |
| All on the radio | |
| Got a record?album in?stores | |
| If yours?get wit it, get it?and check it out | |
| Clever whoever has it and don't pass it | |
| I'll burn 'em like boric or hydrochloric acid | |
| Or gastric juices | |
| Percee P produced this | |
| Now?on the mic, biters are likely to use this | |
| Crowds I entice?I charge the largest price | |
| To rock, pockets are packed?the fact is?I'm that nice | |
| I'm poetical, to a science know every medical | |
| Meaning, line 'em, define 'em in an order alphabetical | |
| Rhymes vary and carry?proficient?vocabulary | |
| That won't diminish, but finish?off any?adversary | |
| In a second, I reckon my rhymes will take effect | |
| And just paralyze your body, from the neck and up | |
| Adversaries I dominate, titles I accommodate | |
| Out loud, the crowd proudly nominate | |
| Me as the best emcee, Stones Throw invest in me | |
| After I rock, girls flock, caressin' me | |
| In?parties a lot, Bacardi or not | |
| I'll rock a 90 minute tape and leave nobody a spot | |
| To bust a rhyme on it | |
| I'll put a dime on it | |
| You're gonna love it, and dub it, because I'm on it, uh | |
| Don't try to riff, take a whiff of some coffee | |
| Smack up those that act up, so back up off me | |
| Laugh at ya like a psycho, might go after ya | |
| Worse than the Valentine or Chainsaw Massacre | |
| Any men within with talent | |
| Challenging the P is not clever | |
| They'll never walk or talk again | |
| I build, your skills go downhill and dilapidate | |
| Records?i made?will be played by half the state | |
| Girls are winkin', I leave 'em thinkin' | |
| Gotta rewind every line, before my rhyme finally sinks in | |
| I'm not in college but knowledge I do accommodate | |
| Since I'ma dominate, y'all know who to nominate | |
| Rappers are runnin' around | |
| I'm aimin' and gunnin' 'em down | |
| With lyrics I dare them to front on me now | |
| Got the balls? Boo me, fans send cards to me | |
| Punch-lines?will stall?Cooney, since y'all knew me | |
| I've been deep?like Paul Mooney | |
| I might show up so get a hearse | |
| Ain't no nigga worse than me when I kick a verse, mics blow up | |
| Like a nuclear blast, you see a flash that melts ya | |
| A fallout shelter can't help your ass | |
| From Perce's versatility, hostility | |
| You're wack black and lack the ability to kill a P | |
| Women? | |
| I like | |
| How I treat 'em? | |
| Like the mic | |
| I plug it in, turn 'em on and get hype and go | |
| on and on, I rap 'til my mic's worn, torn, done son | |
| You're unreal, just like a unicorn | |
| You make me sick when you contradict | |
| If you diss me or piss me off I'ma stomp you quick, slick |
| zuo qu : Jackson, Simon | |
| Percee P | |
| I rap with knowledge | |
| Lines compiled in a complex style | |
| Convey ' em intricately say ' em slay ' em and exile | |
| Wild rap competitors get ready for my metaphoric | |
| Phrase, Madlib amaze, when he displays | |
| His track scratch and catch the record? I match the tempo | |
| With lyrics that swing, no strings attached | |
| My brain causes migraines, with lyrics I reign | |
| I came to dispose of foes and competition dissin' my name | |
| Rap fans remember me for my lyrical chemistry | |
| Brains might explode | |
| Knowledge overloads my memory bank | |
| All on the radio | |
| Got a record? album in? stores | |
| If yours? get wit it, get it? and check it out | |
| Clever whoever has it and don' t pass it | |
| I' ll burn ' em like boric or hydrochloric acid | |
| Or gastric juices | |
| Percee P produced this | |
| Now? on the mic, biters are likely to use this | |
| Crowds I entice? I charge the largest price | |
| To rock, pockets are packed? the fact is? I' m that nice | |
| I' m poetical, to a science know every medical | |
| Meaning, line ' em, define ' em in an order alphabetical | |
| Rhymes vary and carry? proficient? vocabulary | |
| That won' t diminish, but finish? off any? adversary | |
| In a second, I reckon my rhymes will take effect | |
| And just paralyze your body, from the neck and up | |
| Adversaries I dominate, titles I accommodate | |
| Out loud, the crowd proudly nominate | |
| Me as the best emcee, Stones Throw invest in me | |
| After I rock, girls flock, caressin' me | |
| In? parties a lot, Bacardi or not | |
| I' ll rock a 90 minute tape and leave nobody a spot | |
| To bust a rhyme on it | |
| I' ll put a dime on it | |
| You' re gonna love it, and dub it, because I' m on it, uh | |
| Don' t try to riff, take a whiff of some coffee | |
| Smack up those that act up, so back up off me | |
| Laugh at ya like a psycho, might go after ya | |
| Worse than the Valentine or Chainsaw Massacre | |
| Any men within with talent | |
| Challenging the P is not clever | |
| They' ll never walk or talk again | |
| I build, your skills go downhill and dilapidate | |
| Records? i made? will be played by half the state | |
| Girls are winkin', I leave ' em thinkin' | |
| Gotta rewind every line, before my rhyme finally sinks in | |
| I' m not in college but knowledge I do accommodate | |
| Since I' ma dominate, y' all know who to nominate | |
| Rappers are runnin' around | |
| I' m aimin' and gunnin' ' em down | |
| With lyrics I dare them to front on me now | |
| Got the balls? Boo me, fans send cards to me | |
| Punchlines? will stall? Cooney, since y' all knew me | |
| I' ve been deep? like Paul Mooney | |
| I might show up so get a hearse | |
| Ain' t no nigga worse than me when I kick a verse, mics blow up | |
| Like a nuclear blast, you see a flash that melts ya | |
| A fallout shelter can' t help your ass | |
| From Perce' s versatility, hostility | |
| You' re wack black and lack the ability to kill a P | |
| Women? | |
| I like | |
| How I treat ' em? | |
| Like the mic | |
| I plug it in, turn ' em on and get hype and go | |
| on and on, I rap ' til my mic' s worn, torn, done son | |
| You' re unreal, just like a unicorn | |
| You make me sick when you contradict | |
| If you diss me or piss me off I' ma stomp you quick, slick |
| zuò qǔ : Jackson, Simon | |
| Percee P | |
| I rap with knowledge | |
| Lines compiled in a complex style | |
| Convey ' em intricately say ' em slay ' em and exile | |
| Wild rap competitors get ready for my metaphoric | |
| Phrase, Madlib amaze, when he displays | |
| His track scratch and catch the record? I match the tempo | |
| With lyrics that swing, no strings attached | |
| My brain causes migraines, with lyrics I reign | |
| I came to dispose of foes and competition dissin' my name | |
| Rap fans remember me for my lyrical chemistry | |
| Brains might explode | |
| Knowledge overloads my memory bank | |
| All on the radio | |
| Got a record? album in? stores | |
| If yours? get wit it, get it? and check it out | |
| Clever whoever has it and don' t pass it | |
| I' ll burn ' em like boric or hydrochloric acid | |
| Or gastric juices | |
| Percee P produced this | |
| Now? on the mic, biters are likely to use this | |
| Crowds I entice? I charge the largest price | |
| To rock, pockets are packed? the fact is? I' m that nice | |
| I' m poetical, to a science know every medical | |
| Meaning, line ' em, define ' em in an order alphabetical | |
| Rhymes vary and carry? proficient? vocabulary | |
| That won' t diminish, but finish? off any? adversary | |
| In a second, I reckon my rhymes will take effect | |
| And just paralyze your body, from the neck and up | |
| Adversaries I dominate, titles I accommodate | |
| Out loud, the crowd proudly nominate | |
| Me as the best emcee, Stones Throw invest in me | |
| After I rock, girls flock, caressin' me | |
| In? parties a lot, Bacardi or not | |
| I' ll rock a 90 minute tape and leave nobody a spot | |
| To bust a rhyme on it | |
| I' ll put a dime on it | |
| You' re gonna love it, and dub it, because I' m on it, uh | |
| Don' t try to riff, take a whiff of some coffee | |
| Smack up those that act up, so back up off me | |
| Laugh at ya like a psycho, might go after ya | |
| Worse than the Valentine or Chainsaw Massacre | |
| Any men within with talent | |
| Challenging the P is not clever | |
| They' ll never walk or talk again | |
| I build, your skills go downhill and dilapidate | |
| Records? i made? will be played by half the state | |
| Girls are winkin', I leave ' em thinkin' | |
| Gotta rewind every line, before my rhyme finally sinks in | |
| I' m not in college but knowledge I do accommodate | |
| Since I' ma dominate, y' all know who to nominate | |
| Rappers are runnin' around | |
| I' m aimin' and gunnin' ' em down | |
| With lyrics I dare them to front on me now | |
| Got the balls? Boo me, fans send cards to me | |
| Punchlines? will stall? Cooney, since y' all knew me | |
| I' ve been deep? like Paul Mooney | |
| I might show up so get a hearse | |
| Ain' t no nigga worse than me when I kick a verse, mics blow up | |
| Like a nuclear blast, you see a flash that melts ya | |
| A fallout shelter can' t help your ass | |
| From Perce' s versatility, hostility | |
| You' re wack black and lack the ability to kill a P | |
| Women? | |
| I like | |
| How I treat ' em? | |
| Like the mic | |
| I plug it in, turn ' em on and get hype and go | |
| on and on, I rap ' til my mic' s worn, torn, done son | |
| You' re unreal, just like a unicorn | |
| You make me sick when you contradict | |
| If you diss me or piss me off I' ma stomp you quick, slick |
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