I'm from years ago, so ahead of my time when it come to the rhyme, it take(s) twenty years to flow. Im forever dope, never spoke about me. Doubt P every exists, then get a telesope. To see the light, take heat to height, to be the type that eclipses others from shinni, don't give me the mic you better sweat your guys and check your eyes, because, only the real rocognize, uh Astroligists that follow this turned into novelists, for over ten years I've been here, ask anthropologists. Who spit Sicker? its time to get with ya chick, stargazing, look for me just like the big dipper.
x 2 I'm a distant star, spit you bars that way Out There
Every few years you hear me spit with the best from the undrground, clown ( you know what dumb kid ) I invented rhymes that went with music, but heliocentrics sounds sick and demented. Dont it? To my opponents, I pull ya card, you see plenty stars, and I ain`t talkin Hollywood Boulevard. Bars are spit. DJ's and E-Bay's, Charge and grip, 'cause vynil's hard to get I stay realer, way iller, like James Brown or ( Escorts ), Rick James, bitch, or J Dilla. One of a kind, stunnin your mind, I`m outta reach when it comes to the rhymes, I'm a distant star.
x 2 I'm a distant star, spit you bars that's way out there
Who spit faster, leave you with asthma, NASA, ( those of that of gas, uh ) ( This illuminating ) ball of plasma. Perc is the one, every verse burst worse than a gun, after me the only star is the earth to the sun. Freakin yall cats when im freakin bars, when I rhyme I shine longer than the ( May Sequence ) star. Yall wack on the track, give the paw back, not even the black hole could keep this star back. Im the baddest, P, so you had to see for yourself, you thought the stars belonged in the galaxy. Met the first MC, but a star that could rhyme in these days in times, They call me Percee P.
A star that could rhyme in these days in times, They call me Percee P.
DOOM:
It might sound strange but he wish it would rain to wash away the drainage from his squished in brain Mission insane, switchin lanes, wrong signals, anytime he came real close, her thong wiggled. Just a giggalo like Lee Roth Save it for David, ( Craig in on the g-oth ) from the t-off, completely off the meat rack. Kick lyrics like kick flip feet off the beat track. Broken like Hollyfeild, see it with your own eyes, still, is he not for real? Snot drop got the deal like holley-wheels Shocked, the steel. Still tops the pill, jought a feel, slot mill. She's with the man, copped more feels than you can squeeze with ya hand. Cheese, its in the can like trash, and had bad cash like your man with the bad hash. Some say he got the grip fistin, while listenin to a jazz riff, as if. Known to be fanatical, especially with the rhymes thats totally radical Get smacked, grippin on you like barley food, Villain could go HollyWood and still be gnarley dude.