Put It on the Line

[Intro: Percee P & samples]
"Listen"
"Stay focused"
Yeah, Percee P
"Coming nigga"
"Keep running"
Madlib
"Stay on the ground"
"Stay on it tight"
Uh
From the B-X to the O-X
"Pain"
"It's a cold world"
"I kick raps that change ya whole mood
And somehow, stick to ya ribs like soul food"
"I see right through them traps, these niggas run they yaps"
"I'll catch you niggas open with ya mouth shut"

[Verse 1]
I'm a sweet lover, but don't sleep, brother
Wanna creep, motherfuckers take deep cover, with each other
I bury men, my flow have to vary, with vocabulary, so no adversary win
Phill's telling me, for real fellas be still jel' of me
Cuties making booty calls like Bill Bellamy
Hoes are hot, foes are shut down by the flows I got
Clubs close a lot, 'cause I blows the spot
Fucking threat, you heard nothing yet
No need for bucking TECs
For rappers to duck and fret, or up and jet
Bustas and marks, the first to die
When I spark the verse part
That hurts to those that start
With Percee P, he be burning dicks like VD
Only when you could see these on TV
Legs'll spread, like newly weds in sheds
Are deads for [?] puttin' heads to beds, then fled from feds
Your hoe ass got a vendetta, 'cause I always been better
A trendsetter, fans send letters to me, instead of yo ass

[Interlude: Samples]
"Everything [?]"
"[?]"
"Take-take, take-take-take"
"Take my advice, quit while you're ahead"
"The freshest on the map servin' raps with all the fixin's"
"With ability"
"Pure"
"Beyond what the eye can see"
"Remember me, I tried to warn you before it happened
A lot of niggas die over rapping"

[Verse 2]
In the industry, some mimick me
And my image be my chemistry to flow infinitely
With no limit, G, I'm gimmick free
Shed the knowledge, the mental dead'll frolic
So was said in college
The metabolic
We search for bodies [?] garlic
Some say Pers'll rhyme and may burst ya ego
One hit, they hit ya way worser, than Ray Mercer
I'm dusting, niggas urgently need emergency surgery
There'll be word I leave third degree burns, from combustion
Leave eyes black, god smack
Your thigh smacked from wise cracks
Brutalise cats, those who reply back, die jacked
I'm like a widescreen, showing drama, word to momma
When the rhymer pulls more trauma than a homicide scene
Who could diss
Only a few could risk careers doing this
Still that numerous, may have not burnt to a crisp
See P's handsome, ladies get tantrums, known like the anthem
Wanted for ransom, that's when I'm banned from TV

[Outro: Samples]
"Stay rich and reminisce, right"
"No doubt"
"Talked about, now I rock the house"
"In the house"
"Or call a jam out
Or get ya [?]"
"C'mon!"
"This is the way"
"Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop"
"andele"