The Man To Praise - Percee P

In 19, seventy-nine, the rhyme for fun hoping to become a celebrity

Rap star, some said I stink cause they didn’t think that I would go that far

10 years old al I wanted was to get on it at a jam and damn man you fronted

Plenty times, many times still with throw jams, when I finally got it,

I was not into slow jams

When I got you hyped as I drop the mic, want to rhyme every next time but not

tonight

So I wrote extra hard, the crowd got into me because mentally I left you scarred

The same suckers that used to rock in front of «Used to jocking» wanted me to

get loose a lot

They used to come around town down my sound

Compound round like a clown now they standing astound

A lot of rubbish, rappers where getting on, wax while I still rap the cause I

was sitting on

I felt like everybody was running outside playing me, saying «P yo when you

coming out»

Got to run around some people would tell me things like

I can make you big but all they did was sell me dreams

Then I met my man the almighty K.G.

him and me real chill and still tidy

I got down with D-Nique the hypnotic, performing on a stage with a mic he’s

psychotic

I always wanted to perform with a bird’s eye view of people who come and see

you like at the LQ

I owe a lot of things to Arron D, cause when he got hooked up, the brother

looked up me

And D-Nique yes my best friend you can check it we made a record called «Let

the homicides begin»

In '88 the styles we were running down and the music nobody used it but run it

now

We gotta, a lotta rep and respect from brothers and sisters those that dissed

us could step

All I could say is that hard work pays, now the rhyme inspector MC Percee P’s

the man to praise

In'89 Ekim got down, when I stepped to him I knew him way back since junior high

Where he rest, he lived up in Jackson, me and D lived up in Patterson in case

you’re asking

In the boogie down, uptown suit up clowns that fucked ‘round got bucked down

You left running out the castle that was the spot you got a lot of hassle

coming out

Young ladies weren’t on my lap until we came up and got our names up on the map

For every hottie, jocked at me at every party, I wasn’t bags never thinking but

sticking everybody

Every Thursday, it was E in the booth getting loose cutting with Kid Capri,

no discussion

Busting my chops to get my props and rock and stop at the tip top of hip hop

Now they wanna see me, some thought I was under but now they wonder,

how it feels to be me

They gotta go, gotta go why, they wasn’t with me before a shorty come get me

when I got a show

All I could say is that hard work pays, now the rhyme inspector MC Percee P’s

the man to praise