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(feat. Lord Sear) [Percee P] Check it out... You hit me, hit me with a little something... Check it out, check it out... Check it out... Yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out... I'm a innovator, eliminator of imitators I intimidate 'em disintegrate 'em with demonstratin' Poetical skills whoever gets healed better 'll field And they better at building mind's rhymes that never get killed If you're clever never play me close champ When I kick it I get wicked I'm lickin' it stickin' it like a post stamp It takes six, I can make hits accapella I should sell a million of and livin' like Rocafella Battle me? I gotta see m'originality of strategy Or that'll be another fatality Rap and I like the sport and I write with thought On the mic record adversaries 'll put 'em on life support I Heard your soundtrack, lyrics sound wack to me Actually I'm the best around black T-Ray make beats, others take beats Abuse 'em use 'em to death but they'll never level the breakbeats Those with audacity tryina smash the P Won't last with me using their full capacity If you wanna get deep, I made a big leap Letras de cancionesFrom corners, now I'm on a label called Big Beat Percee P's unforgetable Writin' recitin' incredible shit no-one else could ever do Check it out, I'm out... From Letras Mania