(feat. Lord Sear) 



[Percee P] 

Check it out... You hit me, hit me with a little something... 

Check it out, check it out... Check it out... 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out... 



I'm a innovator, eliminator of imitators 

I intimidate 'em disintegrate 'em with demonstratin' 

Poetical skills whoever gets healed better 'll field 

And they better at building mind's rhymes that never get killed 

If you're clever never play me close champ 

When I kick it I get wicked I'm lickin' it stickin' it like a post stamp 

It takes six, I can make hits accapella 

I should sell a million of and livin' like Rocafella 

Battle me? I gotta see m'originality of strategy 

Or that'll be another fatality 

Rap and I like the sport and I write with thought 

On the mic record adversaries 'll put 'em on life support I 

Heard your soundtrack, lyrics sound wack to me 

Actually I'm the best around black 

T-Ray make beats, others take beats 

Abuse 'em use 'em to death but they'll never level the breakbeats 

Those with audacity tryina smash the P 

Won't last with me using their full capacity 

If you wanna get deep, I made a big leap 

From corners, now I'm on a label called Big Beat 

Percee P's unforgetable 

Writin' recitin' incredible shit no-one else could ever do 



Check it out, I'm out...