Artist: Percee P f/ Quasimoto Album: Chrome Children Song: Raw Heat Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Chorus: Quasimoto] Big Perce, keepin it hot Raw heat, cause a nigga gotta eat It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money A nigga still doin this cause we hungry Step into the spot, ladies drop it like it's hot Reppin the block, make the brothers pop their knots It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money A nigga still doin this cause we hungry [Percee P] Copycats is done when tracks are done and my style of rap is sung At the maximum, it collapse your lungs I'm dead up, nigga batter up, you outta luck I scatter ducks with shit that'll fuck yo' head up Figure you fuckin with-a, bigger nigga, that'll rip-ya That nigga switch your tone now sit your butt down and get the picture I'm capable to scrape your crew Put it on pay per view to make a few mill' an estate or two You hurt up, or get smashed, quick fast if your shit's trash You better skip past because I kick ass, word up Splash it, burnin bastards like sulphuric acid My jurassic classic styles are just mastered to crash ya Don't push a Beemer, a Montero through my borough too thorough Come through the ghetto get blasted like Hiroshima~! The underrated one that made it, guns are traded for my style cause they leave lungs deflated Percee P rap is worship me they idol Takin titles with vital rappers sided since nursery jeweler Zoological ya, can accumulate what's in my medulla Your molecular structure ruptured with tumors [Chorus] [Percee P] What I state's a blessing, can't make a session, tape the lesson Scrape the best and give 'em hard times like the Great Depression Adversaries bring your crew I do vary stingers Leave every finger broke like guests on Jerry Springer when I write Hit you like, Ripple, hard like your wife nipple, chocolate icicles Fisher Price fit you when those on the mic switch you Believe me you see me up like I'm a graffiti Artist hot as Tahiti, rapper tail the streets of Cabrini (are dimes near?) I step up like you climb stairs if the sign's clear, all lines here Get across East to West like shuttles at Times Square Turf BX, strong kids leave they borns with birth defects Uhh, mics fell from my delivery of soliloquoys I'm deadly as killer bees but more iller G, got you feelin me like braille The ebony, one that's ever thee branded never need melodies Cleverly I drop bombs heavenly like I'm Lebanese Cop and tap, overseas shockin Japs, I'm toppin that Whack shit you poppin blunt droppin wraps the heads as tight as stocking caps I hit thighs and rip guys, clones bit my, styles to get by Gimmicks limited thoughts and resort to get hotter than lah See what? You versus me? Go first G Disperse B, you like Hershey's mixed with Percee P nuts "AWW YEAH~! Aight..."