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[Featuring: Side Effect] |
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[Intro: Side Effect] |
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Man, you got cats that you know do a lil of this |
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Got cats that do that, but this is how we do it |
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Side Effect, Stress, Snowgoons, let's go, yo |
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[Chorus: Side Effect] |
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They all come and go, I seen it all befo |
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They tell you what they heard, I'll tell you what I know |
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Just from my swagga, you can tell I ain't no phony rapper |
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Watch me tear this bitch down-Knockatomi Plaza |
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They all come and go, I seen it all befo |
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The difference is they tell you what they heard, I'll tell you what I know |
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Just from my swagga, you can tell I ain't no phony rapper |
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Side Effect and Snowgoons, Knockatomi Plaza |
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[Side Effect:] |
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Yeah, I smoked a lil bit back when I was jobless |
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Popped in a listerine strip and passed the swab test |
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Pitiful, hypocritical, some say |
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Strip club on Saturday night, Church on Sunday |
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Philly murder rate is off the hook, it's so nuts |
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Youngbuls poppin' cops up in the Dunking Donuts |
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I used to go in there and not expect to see blood |
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Meagan use to work in there she hooked me with free grub |
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In my alley I hear people bust their gat off |
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My street is littered with trash and Lotto scratch-off's |
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No winners, all losers |
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I'm even playin', prayin', for the day that I can go and call up the movers |
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Yo, my cousin got caught, hustlin' by the FEDS |
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It's a different 'tween quittin' and quittin' while you ahead |
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New Jacks tryin' to do the same things |
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Nino done Philly the City of Gangstaz |
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Just wait till the Casino's come |
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[Chorus: Side Effect] |
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[Side Effect:] |
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Yo, I'm from Philly, the City that's so gritty and raw |
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Where before we say our name we always say the word "bul" |
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This the bul Side Effect, sharp as a knife always stickin' out |
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With over 30 years of real life shit to spit about |
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Whole truth and nothin' but the truth, you can't deny me |
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Even if you neva met me you would still recognize me |
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Cause I'm so real, emotional rap that you can feel |
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I hug the mic the same way B.B. King hugged Lucille |
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Bare with me, I'm a work in progress |
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None the less I got my knee up ya neck and I won't let up the pressure |
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Cause soon you gon' realize, you need me, no avoidin' |
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Cause the cure for the snake bite is made from the poison |
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Spit venom over tight loops and terrorize it |
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That'll make you turn ya mic booth into a prayer closet |
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Realize I'm a marketing genius with this rap shit |
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I sell the same products I just know how to re-package it |
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[Chorus: Side Effect] |
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[Side Effect:] |
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Ayo my name rang Liberty bells in every hood |
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From Philly I write street literature like Teri Woods |
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This is Terrence Wood, no relation |
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Watch the company I keep cause of association |
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Brings on participation |
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Rhymes I spit receive full paid scholarships |
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To the most prestigious Black Universities |
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Majoring in Mic Circuitry and Emcee Surgery |
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Heard of me being taken out verbally that's absurdity |
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Seth Brundle flow, always on that fly shit |
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Me and mics we like dogs and fire hydrants |
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Attractions un-avoidable; it's definitely a sight to see |
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I've met a lot of mean rappers none of them is nice as me |
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I will sign you, neva release you |
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Bind you to a contract, make you regret you eva tried to... |
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Rhyme in the first place, you bore us |
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Your wack ass verses are just devices used to space out your chorus |
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[Chorus: Side Effect] |
