Percee P
Stones Throw
Almost 20 years after his debut single, the Bronx’s legendary, lung-collapsing rapper gets a first album out and how aptly titled it is. He’s been doing guest verses, freestyles and hounding his tapes since 1992, generally keeping it real and, well, persevering. He’s undoubtedly one of the finest to have graced the mic and though the wilfully weird Madlib’s shoehorning of beats under his killer rhymes has produced some odd results, most of it works. Just don’t call it a comeback.
