eh, yo, what's up?

all right



I know what you mean, yo, give me the mic



I'm the capital P-E-R-C-double E dash P-P dash double E-C-R-E-P in me

shots in top lyrical fitness that's why you bit this

get this, I got a witness and I won't quit this

and flip flop, get dropped, shit I'm in tip top shape

lyrics escape, can't even catch him with tape

main attraction using my brain a fraction

of my knowledge or wisdom a lyrical rhythm'll give 'em

a migraine, before I reign on stage

you better walk like the fingers on a yellow page

rhymes and homicides are lethal, nobody's equal to me

no one survived, so why make a sequel?

MC Percee P give no mercy to anybody MC'in 'till they reimburse me

I cold grip the mic, strike then rip his life

my raps dilapidate adversaries with kryptonite

hit you with a verse, make you disperse but first

call up a hearse 'cause Perc leave you worse than this

brain cells shatter, MCs scatter

I splatter them all with something that ain't even matter

got a ladder on stage women runnin', comin' every age

but never(?) ring on my finger this thing'll linger un-engaged

renegade, Percee P ain't afraid of no one

no gun or son, I'm gettin' paid and my rec's played

every weekend like lottery, rap's a part of me

words flow but don't show no blood in you artery

ladies greet me, treat me like the stars

when I show up they start to throw up all their panties and bras at me

rap is the last of me now to gas women with my pencil

I send you into a mental catastrophe

this rhyme ain't designed for prime time

and a battle line for logic behind every mind

tryin' to rhyme with intellect, spellin' all incorrect

defy your every line, mine's an introspective

those in the premises will always remember this

record, elected your top ten, stop then and reminisce

Percee P, no rapper get worse than me

when it comes to rhymes every verse will be

harder than titanium, parts from your cranium

burst, disperse, every verse explodes like uranium

so, yo, don't upset me, 'cause that will only get me

mad enough, it's bad enough, I had enough of

lettin' this amateur rock a cord or wallabies

I bet they're all the P's

and if they ain't they gonna be

to all y'all critics, just admit it

my style is dope

you can't cope and you hope to get it

you're captivated, activated, rap related fans leave infatuated

when I get open the place starts smokin'

you start chokin', showboat and Perc get broken

rehearse a while, let it get versatile

I reverse your style, ok, be then maybe Perc'll smile

you're put in a stretcher

when I let the style get ya', I bet ya'

sweat the Rhyme Inspector

records you manufacture are so wack you can't

sing 'em or bring 'em, people fling 'em back at ya

you're the fattest, baddest, of the best copycata's

when you played it, it's rated G for garbage 'cause that's your status

nobodies iller

on the mic you never know when I'mma strike 'em like the Zodiac killer

this twenty two year old veteran, you ain't better than

medicine won't help, slicks think we're peddlin'

when writers bite and hype the type parasites swipe

you're bitin', you're stage fright, don't even hold the mic right



yeah, this is the Rhyme Inspector Percee P coming from the Boogie Down Bronx

I want to give a shout out to the Ultramagnetic, Organized Konfusion

to everybody around the way at Paterson Projects, I want to say peace

I dedicate this to my cousin, Kevin Turner, rest in peac