[Verse 1: Percee P]
I'm from years ago, so ahead of my time
When it come to the rhyme, it take twenty years to flow
Im forever dope, never spoke about me
Doubt P every exists, then get a telescope
To see the light, take heat to height, to be the type
That eclipses others from shinning, don't give me the mic
You better sweat your guys and check your eyes
Because, only the real recognize
Astrologists that follow this turned into novelists
For over ten years I've been here, ask anthropologists
Who spit Sicker? It's time to get with ya chick
Stargazing, look for me just like the big dipper
[Chorus: Percee P]
I'm a distant star, spit you bars
That way out there
I'm a distant star, spit you bars
That way out there
[Verse 2: Percee P]
Every few years you hear me spit with the best from the underground
Clown, you know what dumb kid
I invented rhymes that went with music
But Heliocentrics sounds sick and demented. Don't it?
To my opponents, I pull ya card
You see plenty stars, and I ain't talking Hollywood Boulevard
Bars are spit, DJ's and E-Bay's charge and grip
'Cause my vinyl's hard to get, uh
I stay realer, way iller like James Brown
Or Escorts, Rick James, bitch, or J Dilla
One of a kind, stunning your mind
I'm outta reach when it comes to the rhymes, I'm a distant star
I'm from years ago, so ahead of my time
When it come to the rhyme, it take twenty years to flow
Im forever dope, never spoke about me
Doubt P every exists, then get a telescope
To see the light, take heat to height, to be the type
That eclipses others from shinning, don't give me the mic
You better sweat your guys and check your eyes
Because, only the real recognize
Astrologists that follow this turned into novelists
For over ten years I've been here, ask anthropologists
Who spit Sicker? It's time to get with ya chick
Stargazing, look for me just like the big dipper
[Chorus: Percee P]
I'm a distant star, spit you bars
That way out there
I'm a distant star, spit you bars
That way out there
[Verse 2: Percee P]
Every few years you hear me spit with the best from the underground
Clown, you know what dumb kid
I invented rhymes that went with music
But Heliocentrics sounds sick and demented. Don't it?
To my opponents, I pull ya card
You see plenty stars, and I ain't talking Hollywood Boulevard
Bars are spit, DJ's and E-Bay's charge and grip
'Cause my vinyl's hard to get, uh
I stay realer, way iller like James Brown
Or Escorts, Rick James, bitch, or J Dilla
One of a kind, stunning your mind
I'm outta reach when it comes to the rhymes, I'm a distant star
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