[Verse 1: Percee P]
I'm from years ago
So ahead of my time, when it come to the rhyme, it take 20 years to blow
I'm forever dope, you never spoke about me
Doubt P ever existed? Get a telescope
To see the light, take heed to hype, be the type
That eclipse others from shining, don't give me the mic
You better sweat your guys and check your eyes
Because, only the real recognize
Astrologists that follow this turned into novelists
For over ten years I've been here, ask anthropologists
Who spit sicker? It's time to get richer
Chicks stargazing, look for me just like The Big Dipper

[Chorus: Percee P]
I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there
I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there

[Verse 2: Percee P]
Every few years, you hear me spit with the best from the underground
Clown, you'd know if you cared
I invented rhymes that went with music by Heliocentrics
Sounds sick and demented – don't it?
To my opponents, I'll pull ya card
You'll see plenty stars, and I ain't talking Hollywood Boulevard
Bars I spit, DJ's on eBay'll charge a grip
'Cause my vinyl's hard to get, uh
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
[Chorus: Percee P]
I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there
I'm a distant star, that'll spit you bars that's way out there

[Verse 3: Percee P]
Who spit faster? Leave you with asthma
NASA knows I'm not a gas, a luminous ball of plasma
Percee is the one, every verse burst like a gun
After me, the only star nearest to the Earth is the Sun
Peeping y'all cats while I'm freaking bars
When I rhyme I shine longer than a main sequence star
Y'all wack, in tracks, meat of the paw's grasp
Not even the black hole could keep this star back, uh
I'm the baddest, B – huh, so you had to see for yourself
'Cause you thought us stars belonged in the galaxy
Not the first MC, but a star that could rhyme
In these days in times, they call me Percee P

[Refrain: Percee P]
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 gigalo like Lee Roth
Save it for David, Craig, I'm in it for the G-off
From the tee-off, completely off the meat rack
Kick lyrics like kick flip, feet off the beat track
Pulled her like Copperfield
See me with your own eyes, still, "is he not for real?"
Snot drop, got the deal like Holley wheels
Shot the steel, tops with pill like Jalil
Slot mill – she's with the mad
Copped more feels than you can squeeze with ya hand
Cheese, it's in the can like trash
And had bad cash like ya man with the bad hash
Some say he's got the gift
Fistin' while listening to a jazz riff, as if
Known to be fanatical
Especially with the rhymes that's totally radical
Get smacked, it's good for you you like barley food
Villain go Holly-woo'ed and still be "gnarly, dude"