[Verse 1: Percee P]
I'm from years ago
So ahead of my time
When it come to the rhyme
It take(s) twenty years to flow
Im forever dope, never spoke about me
Doubt P every exists, then get a telescope
To see the light, take heat to height
To be the type that eclipses others from shinning
Don't give me the mic
You better sweat your guys and check your eyes
Because, only the real recognize, uh
Astrologists that follow this turned into novelists
For over ten years I've been here, ask anthropologists
Who spit Sicker?
Its time to get with ya chick, stargazing
Look for me just like the big dipper

[Chourus: Percee P]
I'm a distant star, spit you bars that way Out There
I'm a distant star, spit you bars that way Out There

[Verse 2: Percee P]
Every few years you hear me spit
With the best from the underground, clown
( you know what dumb kid )
I invented rhymes that went with music
But heliocentrics sounds sick and demented. Don't it?
To my opponents, I pull ya card
You see plenty stars, and I ain`t talking Hollywood Boulevard
Bars are spit. DJ's and E-Bay's
Charge and grip, cause my vinyl's hard to get
I stay realer, way iller
Like James Brown or ( Escorts )
Rick James, bitch, or J Dilla
One of a kind, stunning your mind
I`m outta reach when it comes to the rhymes
I'm a distant star
[Chourus: Percee P]
I'm a distant star, spit you bars that way Out There
I'm a distant star, spit you bars that way Out There

[Verse 3: Percee P]
Who spit faster, leave you with asthma
NASA, ( those of that of gas, uh )
( This illuminating ) ball of plasma
Perc is the one, every verse burst like a gun
After me the only star is the earth to the sun
Freaking y'all cats when I'm freaking bars
When I rhyme I shine longer than the Main Sequence star
Y'all wack on the track, give the paw back
Not even the black hole could keep this star back
I'm the baddest, P, so you had to see for yourself
You thought the stars belonged in the galaxy
Met the first MC
But a star that could rhyme in these days in times
They call me Percee P
A star that could rhyme in these days in times
They call me Percee P

[Verse 4: MF DOOM]
It might sound strange
But he wish it would rain
To wash away the drainage
From his squished in brain
Mission insane, switching lanes, wrong signals
Anytime he came real close, her thong wiggled
Just a giggalo like Lee Roth
Save it for David, ( Craig in on the g-oth )
From the t-off, completely off the meat rack
Kick lyrics like kick flip feet off the beat track
Broken like Hollyfeild
See it with your own eyes, still
Is he not for real?
Snot drop got the deal like holley-wheels
Shocked, the steel
Still tops the pill, [?] feel, slot mill
She's with the man
Copped more feels than you can squeeze with ya hand
Cheese, its in the can like trash
And had bad cash like your man with the bad hash
Some say he got the grip
Fisting, while listening to a jazz riff, as if
Known to be fanatical
Especially with the rhymes that's totally radical
Get smacked, gripping on you like barley food
Villain could go Hollywood and still be gnarly dude