Artist: Percee-P the Rhyme Inspector Album: Nowhere Near Simple b/w Don't Cum Strapped 12" Song: Nowhere Near Simple Typed by: cureforlife399@gmail.com [Verse 1] I hit the cherry harder, I'm very tarter Every part of, my rhyme's fine like Sherry Carter I have you know, no adversary's smarter I'm not about the Glocks, but dress dapper Lyrics will just tap ya knock your best rapper out the box I bruise and batter crews and scatter That used to chatter, to approve to the fools who's badder I win of course, any friend of yours you send a cross Leave 'em bloody like pads in the drawers for menopause I'm dustin' niggas urgently need emergency surgery Every word will leave third degree burns from combustion When the P. show never get on before or after he flow Amigo you know my steelo from wreckin' Stretch and Bobbito Your shit is wack infertile If your friend laugh he need a skin graft I chew 'em in half just like a snappin' turtle Put your crew to rest, lyrics go through your vest Since you the best, so for you to test you must be on budda cess (Chorus - repeat 3X) I'm nowhere near simple - WHAT My mental - CUT Into - WHAT Niggas like a Ginsu I'm nowhere near simple, my mental [Verse 2] From the sound of it I'm comin' from the Boogie Down and shit Where niggas are bound to flip on you if what you kick is conterfeit Hustlin' and packin' steel actin' ill attack and kill A person just snatchin' bills if they ain't got the rappin' skills I knock hotties, rock block parties where people carry Glocks Shotties to drop bodies when niggas got rowdy Better renew your verse, your crew's the worst Claimin' what they can to do Perce, so who's the first, what Flows and thoughts perfect, I drop the hype shit After I rock tonight watch the mic short circuit Ya whole life ya, never Heard a nigga more trifer or flow nicer than me, in no cypher I'm like a wide screen showin' drama word to mama When a rhyme I cause more trauma than a homicide scene Forget cable, some kid ate who, me My shit ?? since the time I used to rhyme and hit tables (Chorus - repeat 3X) I'm nowhere near simple, my mental [Verse 3] I got my rhyme trigger creepin', on niggas sleepin' I'm with the deacon to bless the souls Of rappers I hit this weekend at the winter beacon Let's have a word, request a nurse Niggas can't mess with Perce, or possess the worst shit ever heard Résumé, say I'm one of the best today Want a display? I suggest you play, 'Yes You May' That fat nigga flowin' on the tracks slicker That rip the shit that make you rewind back quicker Quote a rap figure, Percee P Wanted for first degree, murder Since ya heard it first from me, check it Much props gettin' dough like corrupt cops and drug spots Lyrics, let off buckshots in ya mug hops, keeps it real Techniques are ill, deep with skill Rappers reach for steel or wheels when they peep the grill Yeah, y'all M.C.'s know the time when it comes to the Rhyme Inspector (Chorus - repeat 3X) I'm nowhere near simple, my mental