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