Stupid Def C-Rayz Walz (Ft. L.I.F.E. Long, Orko Eloheim, Percee P & Poison Pen)

[Intro: Poison Pen and (C-Rayz Walz)]
Fresh, y’all (Fresh, y’all)
All y’all (Yes, y’all)
To the top (Yes, y’all)
‘Til we out of breath, y’all
Right, y’all (Left, y’all)
Funky funk (Fresh, y’all)
East, y’all (West, y’all)
[?] to the death, y’all

[Verse 1: Percee P]
We’re now in your auditory canal. I’m a stereo sound
Try to get with the P and this’ll be burial ground
I entice and charge the largest price
To rock pockets of [?] [the fact that I’m that nice?]
Liable to take your title with my vital rap recital
And this epitome—consider me the idol
From the Bronx—the shit. my response is quick
If you diss me or piss me off, I’mma stomp your dick
Strictly poetical, dope knows a rope from a [?]
Quoted and [?]. Folks catching the vapors is the result
Leaking words from ink pens, leave you thinking
Gotta rewind every line from a rhyme, find a distinct [?]
Perc’ is cold-chilling—my shows is so thrilling
My flow is the fourth villain—I’m [?] killing
For every hottie jocking me in every party
I’ll pull some bags. Never [?], but [sticking?] everybody
Lyrical chef—adversaries are left
Dying, crying by horrifying—the case is the faces of death
The P is uno. You know? Number O-N-E
‘Cause I know and he know and she know and we know the [?] emcees
That can touch the P or fuck with me, but luckily [?]