Song | Throwback Rap Attack |
Artist | Percee P |
Album | Perseverance |
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 |
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 |