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Serious
03:20
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We be them hard head dense dudes, bent with a tense mood
quick to take offense you can't even talk sense to
will rap for food, sell swag to gain access
my black ass barely pass the brown paper bag test
music too dark, dude is too smart, views are too sharp
dog you bark you get Ginsu'd apart
slice you up like Recycle if you don't know the program
I don't need no Reasons, Earth Wind and Fire slow jam
none of that I come to rap it's dead up in here
tell the engineer to pump the bass, wet up the snare
I don't care what the rest do, I don't even try to
all I know, is, I'm the best at what I do
labels try to sign who? mess and invest with me
y'all do this for the love, I do this out of necessity
yes I'm putting records out during a recession
guess I learned the hard way, a best lessons a bought lesson
got that from my parents, laughed at them as a kid
now I'm grown I listen to the same music that they did
ain't it crazy? if the the track is hard, like David Axelrod
Happ will jack a bar, add a boom boom crack and all
Side'll write to it me peers read it and gave me credit
I take pride in it like a movement I spearheaded
I fine connoisseur of bad English
but when I spit it on a beat, gotdamn it sounds so distinguished
a Doctorate in rockin' it, Associates in dope as shit
they talk shit about me, I don't even notice it
focus on my showmanship, maintain and climb
I can't be big and small at the same time
get your money little backpacker bul, I gets mine
Rappers say I'm on my grind, this is a movement
I'm in the building, I'm like, fuck the bullshit
spit your rhyme dog it ain't that serious
and when you did I said you can't be serious
See I done heard it and seen it, been quiet cause it's convenient
I admit with these dudes I'm a little too lenient
benefit of the doubt, blame it on naivety
but when they open they mouth, they serious as Steady B
and got the nerve to try and diss and embarrass us
they stink like my piss when I ate too much asparagus
hilarious I laugh at any wack challenger
a bunch of fruits getting smashed by black Gallagher
hip hop is dead they claim to be the respiration
but they begging for a deal and I can hear your desperation
asking me to ask Happ G to holla at you
to put that garbage out he wouldn't throw a dollar at you
Rappers say I'm on my grind, this is a movement
I'm in the building, I'm like, fuck the bullshit
spit your rhyme dog it ain't that serious
and when you did I said you can't be serious
Rappers say I'm on my grind, this is a movement
I'm in the building, I'm like, fuck the bullshit
just rap dog it ain't that serious
and when you did I said you can't be serious
I listen to a beat for weeks at times 'fore that first line come to me
but when that muphuka do dog, you don't want none of me
am I slept on? you can say that, no doubt yeah
it's all relative, you get back what you put out there
I do this all year, you a summer time rapper
rap some the time, seasonal, your fan base is regional
I'm international with all across the world friends
nobody know you 'cept your homies and your girlfriends
your rhymes are torture just like dripping water
I give your ass the business, online or brick and mortar
quality or quantity. depend on what you want
told homie if you buy the best, you'll only cry once
Rappers say I'm on my grind, this is a movement
I'm in the building, I'm like, fuck the bullshit
spit your rhyme dog it ain't that serious
and when you did I said you can't be serious
Rappers say I'm on my grind, this is a movement
I'm in the building, I'm like, fuck the bullshit
just rap dog it ain't that serious
and when you did I said you can't be serious
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Beards
04:02
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3. |
The Fever
03:26
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It’s the fever, it’s like we infected with rage
look crazed every time we go and step on the stage
and you cant be saved and we cant protect you
get away if you stay we’ll infect you too
It was 1985 when I first got bit
and it was done so subtle I ain’t even feel shit
when beats start bumpin’, my knee starts jumpin’
my head starts noddin’, I know I got a problem
maybe this is airborne I don’t know I’m unsure
all I know I got something they don’t have a cure for
so many layers to this shit it’s complex
so watch ya bul Side break down the effects
first things first this lifestyle is dangerous
ain’t too many people out there that’s really made for this
y’all must not know or either underestimate
the power of this music and the energy it generates
I seen fans get buck throwin’ bows
then seen them same fans get trampled at shows
wires short circuit, then speakers blew out
5-0 came in, said fuck it, move out
change they minds, I seen cats change they rhymes
just so they ass won’t get outshined
online wack rappers put music out easily
unreleased albums get downloaded illegally
records get sampled and used without permission
the illest mc’s rarely get recognition
A&R’s get stomped out every second
pussy play my record, DJ’s get threatened
I seen gays and women get disrespected
the same time a Black president got elected
this hip hop thang got so much power
diss records get exchanged in a matter of hours
fashions switch soon as somebody fly rock it
Pass da Courvoiseur, stock skyrocket
viral marketing, clever product placement
multi-platinum records get recorded in a basement
independent labels, bypass the majors
fuck your percentage, you’ll get yours later
it’s becoming the normal situation
cats become millionaires with no formal education
they make it rain on strippers with they cheddar
I seen’em go broke cause they thought it last forever
always seeing rappers get caught up
babies out of wedlock, rape charges brought up
it’s rebel music roadblocks get ran through
on the run, make it stop, we don’t have a plan to
gun charge, rapper caught wit a foe pound
fires get started, scaffolds get tore down
that might of worked in other cities don’t try it here
the cop said that then broke out the riot gear
it’s the fever, fly sneakers and name brands
game plans where millions of dollars exchange hands
as quick as you upload it they download it
obviously, laws can’t keep up with the technology
every one’s a producer or a rapper
fans got they camera phones out ready to capture
you doing something you ain’t got no business doing
found out you on the down low now your whole career ruined
rappers go to jail and they record sales go up
street cred through the roof come home and blow up
shoot somebody, get shot it’s whatever
who the best rapper debates go on forever
at the nightclub last week they just opened
threw on Ante Up now they having a grand closing
cause muphupkas don’t know how to act
its deeper than hip hop its deeper than rap
media look at us and turn they nose up
but we ain’t have no say in this, this life chose us
It’s the fever, it’s like we infected with rage
look crazed every time we go and step on the stage
and you cant be saved and we cant protect you
get away if you stay we’ll infect you too
It’s the fever, it’s like we infected with rage
look crazed every time we go and step on the stage
and you cant be saved and we cant protect you
get away if you stay we’ll infect you too
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You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
Now homie, what you getting here is nothing phony
hot shit only not a one trick pony
back in '02 when I first started pluggin'
I could tell who was in this for real and who wasn't
it played out exactly the way I predicted
it was a phase for some, the rest of us got addicted
I laugh at when I reminisce and have a flash back
sneaking my MP out the crib in a trash bag
cause the dudes around my way they had ninas
back in the day they kill you for a pair of Alpinas
I never looked for drugs and still find'em
while stepping over needles, crack viles, and used condoms
Happ blessed me with some bangin' production
but my road to success is still under construction
out here tryna resist temptation like David Ruffin
hustlin', busy making somethin' out of nothin'
You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
What sets me apart allows me to carve my niche
I give you my heart it's big and it's hard to miss
that's what she said 'oooooh' I'm marvelous
original that's what being a artist is
atypical be your own critic
see the whole picture pick your role in it
I don't reinvent the wheel I roll with it
I feel like I'm bending steel it's so vivid
these days stars are made in five minutes
these days kids don't pay they pirate it
skills don't pay the bills and sell tickets
the business of making hits is all image
I'm authentic and sick of charades
four words four syllables get pimped and paid
money and fame they can help you get laid
when the record is spun you're the one that gets played
You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
ayo I write and spend mad nights up in the crib
but back in '98 I was almost stuck with a kid
you know, dumb young bul tryna ball and get money still
fuckin' with this jawn from the mall out Montgomeryville
I often wonder how my life would be different
if I ain't convince shorty she should go to the clinic
maybe I woulda gave up this music to be a father
or my kid woulda been the push I need to go harder
been more successful, further along
in five minutes or less I probably murder a song
in one take on some Jay shit
from day to day I feel like Ye with the spaceship
but nowadays I'm a married ass man cuz, I don't even sweat chicks
I'm in the crib writing hits watching Netflix
I link with cats like Happ and Lefco
who tryna make great music at the same time get doe
You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
You know what sets me apart?
I put my life in it
you know what make me stand out?
I put my life in it
you see my glory but you don't know my story
I'm in my own category cause I'm so nice with it
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Oooh
03:51
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I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
I met this woman name Kidada, hot like Nevada
mother and father, they from Grenada
she from Miami, sweet like candy
I met her while on vacation with the family
she was in the club, busy winding it up
I'm grinding on her butt, like I'm tryna fuck
they changed the music up, I'm like there's nothing 'tween us
I like Chaka Khan, she like Chaka Demus
she got her money right, dunny, honey is live
shorty is 40 got a body like she 25
she got a fly whip, she got one kid
she got 2 cribs, you I'm tryna hit
but she don't take no shit, she let it be known
I ain't your little young jawn baby boy I'm grown
so come correct this is what I expect
I want a man who got it poppin' not a fix up project
yo
I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
I say gotdamn, her body bang man I can't explain
she so fine, make you use the Lord name in vain
she so fine, have you haul off and slap your mama
she so fine, have your ass in all kinds of drama
and you'll do it too, if not she'll find another sucker
translation, infatuations a muphuka
that wild curly hair got Side Effect hooked
it's dry to the bone but still it got that wet look
see I don't know how she do it man it's crazy yo
she work it, got a perfect ass to breast ratio
from mad cardio, pelvic lifts, squat thrusts
I love it, have a hard time convincing y'all it's not lust
that's because it is, she put roots on me
not the rap group she put that big caboose on me
sat it on my lap and just like that I'm sprung
got a grown man in the corner, sucking his thumb
I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
They say for every fine woman there's a man somewhere tired of her
but not for this chick somebody must've lied to you
you just mad cause you ain't get her
every woman wanna be her everyman wanna be with her, yo
I heard it ain't trickin' if you got it
well I ain't got it, but she do
you want that? I'll treat you
that's what she said and like that it's been bought
she too kind to say no would be an insult
okay suga mama I ain't looking for no drama
maybe wine and dine ya sometimes and out ya legs behind ya
I'm tryna stick around with you girl and work a plan
I know you tired of them dudes that ain't worth a damn
I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
I don't know what it is you do
every time I see you, you make me go oooh
and all my homies say the same thing too
when you come around you make me go oooh
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6. |
Warm Summer Breeze
04:01
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I heard about your show yo, sorry I missed it
without getting too specific, my priorities have shifted
don’t get it twisted, I still like to see a DJ rip it
hear a MC spit it, drink a beer and kick it
I would collect all your stickers and your freebies
buying up all your little independent CD’s
my whole life would revolve around the underground
oh my God, De La Soul and M.O.P coming to town
I gotta get my ticket, I would go berserk
new sneakers, new shirt, call out from work
hit my boys up, and we would go park
line up at the venue hours ‘fore the show start
spark a L, start a cipher out in the cold
hit the merch booth and stole the snipes off the poles
take it home and hang it on my wall
it's strange how things change cause I don’t do that no more
I seen many late nights turn into early mornings
ears ringing, stumbling out the nightclub yawning
I give pounds to my crew, yo its been real
CD’s in my hand mad flyers on my windshield
the summer breeze feels good when it blows through
outside laughing, t-shirt soaked through
feel inspired I’ma go home and write rhymes
hip hop memories like this last a lifetime
It use to be so easy, what we make it hard for
innocent with it, I ain't even know what bars were
I would just write until the rhyme felt right
40 bar verses, but it sounded tight
staying up late on warm summer nights
that’s what this beat make me feel like
before real life interfered
I would spend mad hours digging through the CD’s up in Tower
go home and sample it maybe make a beat from it
doing for the love I wasn’t even tryna eat from it
I did it for the respect of my clique
and the feeling when they played my cassette in they whip
you know, riding through the hood windows down with the bass blasting
looking at faces hoping to see a reaction
cause if they did I would feel so flattered
made me feel like nothing else in the world even mattered
I seen many late nights turn into early mornings
ears ringing, stumbling out the nightclub yawning
I give pounds to my crew, yo its been real
CD’s in my hand mad flyers on my windshield
the summer breeze feels good when it blows through
outside laughing, t-shirt soaked through
feel inspired I’ma go home and write rhymes
hip hop memories like this last a lifetime
ayo back in 95, I was on my grind yo
got cool with EST from Three Times Dope
our girlfriends both went to Dell State
so we hopped in the whip and he popped in the tape
playing me exclusive shit nobody ever heard
but now he writing hits for Beyonce, word
before that I was rocking over instrumentals
14 riding in a limo with my demo
met Brother J, and Professor X from X-Clan
they probably laughed at my tape my shit was wack man
but what I know I was just a youngbul perfecting my flow
me and J-Smoove rocking little shows
at the Philly Uptown before that shit got shut down
opened up for Ultra Magnetic and the UMC’s
I forgot that even happened 'till I wrote this rhyme
hip hop memories last a lifetime
I seen many late nights turn into early mornings
ears ringing, stumbling out the nightclub yawning
I give pounds to my crew, yo its been real
CD’s in my hand mad flyers on my windshield
the summer breeze feels good when it blows through
outside laughing, t-shirt soaked through
feel inspired I’ma go home and write rhymes
hip hop memories like this last a lifetime
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7. |
The Get Busy
02:58
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Yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
two steppin' in the club sippin' my beer
wack muphukas do I make myself clear?
Yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
she shaking her rear whisperin' all in my ear
everybody in the club like looka looka here
Yo the way I set this off man ain't no need to follow
Side rhyme'll snap your spine like Frida Kahlo
but like her, I put my pain in my art
and my pen game is sharp, I'm insane with the darts
and I aim for the heart but I write for the ear
so when you do play hear that I'm Blu-ray clear
y'all treated me like I needed an explanation
then I came through and exceeded your expectation
happens every time, I win'em over like a swing voter
no days off, I had to use my Dr. King floater
a staycation ain't something I practice
I need a king size mattress and some internet access
I began with just caressing a tittie
to getting blessed behind the art museum, Sex in the City
but now I'm busy tryna plan my retirement
with this green talk and I ain't tryna save the environment
Yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
two steppin' in the club sippin' my beer
wack muphukas do I make myself clear?
Yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
she shaking her rear whisperin' all in my ear
everybody in the club like looka looka here
Side Effect I ain't never 'bout no bullshit
hustle like James Evans when he grabs his pool stick
on Good Times
for them Dead Presidents I put your head in my backpack like Bokeem Woodbine
I see dollar signs everytime I'm rhyming now
and it's a number that you can't wrap your mind around
and I can tell when a man fake
frontin' like you a hard rapper when you got a soft handshake
you must be high off the stank of the dosia
or popping Yohimbe or Ginkgo Biloba
to think that you can fuck with this flowa who's a savage
who can make a fresh new style from a old adage
yeah
and I be the perfect package
the barcode, the shrinkwrap, the Pen and Pixel graphics
feeling the breeze as I chill out in the Keys
sittin' 'tween some chicks knees while gettin' my scalp greased
Yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
two steppin' in the club sippin' my beer
wack muphukas do I make myself clear?
Yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' busy this year
she shaking her rear whisperin' all in my ear
everybody in the club like looka looka here
You wanna rap? you wanna be independent?
you tryna stack it, your girl tryna spend it
save it for the future, can't see your vision G
I blow that shit buttnaked down Hedonism 3
in a pool with some bad ass chick romancing
ass so big she do 'Da Butt' when she ain't even dancing
call me T-Dub if you see me in the club
play your part I'm so sharp I wear you down to a nub
make you wanna Memph Bleek and ask who want what?
from the street where the sidewalks covered in blunt guts
listen
facing eviction living in a ill condition
do you, fill your tank or do you fill your presciption
cause all above I got love so I can't be hateful
cause if I complain then I might sound ungrateful
I'm thankful for this I'm just tryna apply it
put this art on exhibit and I hope somebody buy it
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Yo what happened to your rappin', you's a wordplay assassin
now they say you lackin' passion, dude I heard they was laughin'
snappin' jokes on you crackin' actin' up and making fun of ya
used to flow like Punisher, now they shunnin and sonnin' ya
legendary status on this rappin' apparatus
made classics had the baddest bitches on you nothin' average
had the Gucci, mad Polo, left your group and went solo
out west bought a low low, yo your flow lost its mojo
can't get it back, your man made your track
damn it was wack, examine the fact, your plan of attack
man it's over, you're washed up like a loofa
leave this to the youth or take a booster
find yourself a new producer
do something, hate to see my idol who was vital
lose his title, feel stifled, take a rifle and go suicidal
you was the bomb in your prime if you want to climb
adjust with the time, switch it up like Busta Rhymes
You the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your sound is outdated, overrated, can't debate it
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your crazy flow got lazy, leave this to the babies
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your sound is outdated, overrated, can't debate it
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
gone like the 80's, the what? the 80's
Gone like the 80's I was born in the 80's
baby boy raised by the noises made by the king of pop
before Big and Pac, Rob Base EZ Rock
up in the Bronx back when Bam made the Planet Rock
what happened your passion for rappin' ain't what it was
you were famous once now it's a Tainted Love
you got a whole lot of shine once upon a time
now you ain't nobody like Chaka Khan
must be sniffing lines same ole simple rhymes
Time After Time Cyndi Lauper wasn't lying
man to man, hand to hand, call an ambulance
and let the Last Man Stand like Duran Duran
flash in the pan fame, never last goes flat like it's champagne
shit is sad, you the past it's a damn shame
putting out generic trash with a brand name
fuck is that?
You the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your sound is outdated, overrated, can't debate it
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your crazy flow got lazy, leave this to the babies
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your sound is outdated, overrated, can't debate it
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
gone like the 80's, the what? the 80's
Dude, you can still show and prove with these young mc's, buss a move
ain't no need to sound like you just stepped out of Krush Groove
or Wild Style, used to have a wild style graphic
metaphors mastered plastered with mad multi-syllabic
type flows futuristic, before your time existed
the rawest rhyme you twisted, word wizardry, lyrical calligraphy
I find it so suitable, and useful to be truthful
this music keeps me beautiful and youthful
Ain't that the truth, leave the booth full of imagery
picture me, hanging out the roof of the limousine
like Charlie Mack I got respect for my history
Eric B, Rakim, Kane, and Mr. Cee
no mystery, legends kill shit consistently
know how to Move the Crowd, Another Victory
another loss for the has been so face it
like Twisted Sister said We're Not Gonna Take it
You the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your sound is outdated, overrated, can't debate it
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your crazy flow got lazy, leave this to the babies
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
your sound is outdated, overrated, can't debate it
you the past bruh, gone like the 80's
gone like the 80's, the what? the 80's
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9. |
Right Back
04:07
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I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
It must be my magnetic aura making people gravitate towards me
and hold me in high regard next to things they hold worldly
I'm a quiet cat, but with rap I'm rather wordy
tracks produced by Happ, you can't lather they so dirty
I spit intense with stomach tightening suspense
to a climatic ending, all rights reserved patent pending
I'm like a nerd I sit and merge crazy words
that leave you herbs mouths open like baby birds
I put in work and made my flavor a reality
serving niggas just like I majored in hospitality
there ain't no microphone that I avoid rockin'
flows so fat you would think I had a thyroid problem
yo, spillin' gallons come with the baddest stallions
how you diss? when your chick looks like gorillas in the mist
whoa, with stage presence I command a mic
and where I go the crowds behind me like a tandem bike
if you know me, I'm straight Philly like the word hoagie
or jawn, word born, I ain't nice? you heard wrong
I been doing this shit for so long
get on stage, tear it down, get the money then I'm so gone
I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
If you asking a, nigga who's the most lethal rapper
the master, who bring the pain, like a urethral catheter
the ghetto blaster, fuck a street buzz
I want my shit to sound more like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre
I blow down stages, outrageous
flesh eating disease, cabin fever flow, contagious
pages and pages of the illest orchestrated
rhyme work, we've seen around these parts in ages
a slow writer but a quick learner
always got something on the burner
cooking, looking something like an assembly line
but no cookie cutter
every piece is an original, beats gutter lyrics and the hook be butter
I'm just a nasty ass, crass, trashy ass
no class nigga, one of Philly's illest spitters
I've documented some of the hottest shit that I've invented
15 to the distributor, 85 in my percentage
but with a major it's the other way around
that's why I'm tryna get this independent money underground
you just started, I been doing this all my life
fuck with me dog, that's like tryna catch a falling knife
here we go
I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
I be up late, burning the midnight oil
writing hot shit the ink in my pen starts to boil
dropping rhyme bombs, then I close the vent off
niggas scramble out of here like napalm just went off
Side, ya main man, S.E. is what you call me
you need a game plan? I'll map it out for a small fee
you want advice? here's a tip from the gate
have patience in this biz, you're in a rush just to wait
niggas tryna make classics but doing it all wrong
it's all about the timing and sequencing of songs
you don't know the answers I see you're just guessing
and your music's straight trash I'll smash your test pressing
on the real, you'll never see me begging for no deal
here's the sobering facts, that's just wack, that's how I feel
in this biz, you gotta be more than just a MC
cause it ain't what I can do for them, it's what they can do for me
Side Effect dolo, not part of a banging group
I keep it simple stupid, picking the low hanging fruit
yo, I try to be as consistent as possible
that's how you get judged by your peers that's only logical
I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
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You ain't gotta go far to get nothing but the heat
cause them water boys still living up the street
all you gotta do for me is keep switching up the beat
and I'ma boost that muphuka like I'm lifting up the seat
a true Philly soldier, I flow 'till the thrill is over
I rock the whole city from Temple U to Villanova
a sensimilla roller, it keep me young at heart
but I'm gettin' older, can't fuck with Dr. Phil and Oprah
rasta goombah, eat pasta and fried chicken
deadly combo, Scan, Jake, and Side spittin'
I keep they inner thighs drippin' when I get to eye squintin'
I should have like 9 kids, luckily I didn't
but I'm hot overseas like vroom-vroom party starter
to get the hometown props is much harder
it's hardly a problem for me papa you in me casa
I'm carne asada enchilada, you ensalada
The show stopper, there's simply no flow hotter
can't come close so don't try to
not pro life I'm pro lava
half scholar half goldminer old fashion professional rhymer
want it off the top? no problem
the flows deep it probably got no bottom
they killed Saddam but not Osama
the honor is President Barack Obama's
the man mobilized globalize cleanup
the whole world's pissin' but nobody put the seat up
never put my feet up, I run like a cheetah
I come from a land known as Philadelphia
Pennsylvania, but need I remind
if I told you that I didn't bring the heat, I'd be lyin'
but ladies gravitate to me I see why
andale andale mami, ei ei
You can't do me none son ain't no debatement
see I done heard alot, but never heard a truer statement
in the basements where I learned all the elements
I put in mad work, call it research and development
here I am dope as shit, hoping I can focus it
wildin' out, might make Wayne Brady have to choke a bitch
I rock a rhyme, bring change like Barack Obam
then I'm on the run like I knocked up the octomom
my bass thump like them cats down in Texas do it
my trunk rattlin' like somebody gettin' electrocuted
the best to do it, can't listen to you spit
I'd rather be in the stall next to you listening to you shit
see I will tear you to pieces
like them Nigerians who keep them baboons and hyenas on leashes
see I do songs, get props, produce strong hip hop
you doin' it wrong ock, you soft like thong flip flops
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You for real?
yeah, I'm for real fasho
one of the realest cats you'll ever know, girl
you so ill, huh, I tried to tell you before
heads were sleepin' and they still don't know, c'mon
you for real?
yeah, I'm for real fasho
one of the realest cats you'll ever know, girl
you so ill, huh, I tried to tell you before
heads were sleepin' but not no more
Listen here shorty, yo you fuckin' with the thurlest
you rollin' with one of the nicest niggas in the world, it's
Side Effect, the pleasures all mine
respected for some of the illest measures and raw rhymes
when we go up in this club, I'm the man in fact
you'll see a lot of n*ggas reachin' out their hand for dap
from that, you can get a better understanding of my status
it's respect for my skills on this mic apparatus
you for real?
yeah you'll see when we walk in, I don't do a lot of talkin'
you might see a few birds squawkin' and gawkin' but pay that no mind
girl's p*ssies get'em wet, yeah that happens every time
you so ill
yeah I'm glad that's what you think of me
the bartenders my man, in other words your drinks are free
and we ain't gotta sit in VIP, but we got that option
listen, they rockin' 'Underground Concoction'
and this my new joint from my man Happ G, it's funk shit
we sold 10,000 on some out the trunk shit
now 10,0000 might not sound all hot
but 10,0000 at $10 a pop is a lot
how the indie game work? I teach you 'bout that later
I'm official player, how you gonna doubt my flavor
I treat women like casinos when I get in their ear
what that mean? liquor up front poker in the rear
You for real?
yeah, I'm for real fasho
one of the realest cats you'll ever know, girl
you so ill, huh, I tried to tell you before
heads were sleepin' and they still don't know, c'mon
you for real?
yeah, I'm for real fasho
one of the realest cats you'll ever know, girl
you so ill, huh, I tried to tell you before
heads were sleepin' but not no more
Shawty I'm learning patience I don't swing at every pitch
and I'm getting more selective I don't bang every b*tch
I guess I'm just gettin' more mature cause before
I would have you and your sorors down on all fours
I know you feeling dumb for what you done in the past
f*ckin' little dick n*ggas who cum too fast
I try not to hold that against you
cause all that did was prepare you for this real sh*t you now gettin' into
cause contrary to popular belief I'm not a dog
naw I'll sit and listen to your vagina monologue
but best believe that I'ma talk back when you're done
and tackle you with some man spackle when I cum
I could rock a Ready For The World jheri curl
and still be gettin' p*ssy from every girl
lucky for you mere mortals that I don't use my powers for evil
we can go at it for hours boo, you know how we do
it's on some Pac sh*t, 'Just Like Daddy'
or like a Spike Lee Joint 'She's Gotta Have It' badly
make you laugh so fast when you get mad at me
cause my game is Hi-Tek like that bul from The Nati
now how we do that there
got my name tatted right up in your pubic hair
so if we ever break up you won't forget that
no matter who you with, I still be able to hit that
You for real?
yeah, I'm for real fasho
one of the realest cats you'll ever know, girl
you so ill, huh, I tried to tell you before
heads were sleepin' and they still don't know, c'mon
you for real?
yeah, I'm for real fasho
one of the realest cats you'll ever know, girl
you so ill, huh, I tried to tell you before
heads were sleepin' but not no more
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I say check 1-2 and ya don't stop
I said check 1-2 and ya don't quit
I say check 1-2 and ya don't stop
Side Effect, Happ G, the ultimate
Cause when the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
I said the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
When I flows in a session most MC's are through
I make you pose the question, what would Jesus do?
but this ain't Christian rap, don't get it wrong I ain't dissin' that
some straight gutter beats, butter lyrics, yeah I'm spittin' that
you asked was your sh*t booty man I kinda lied
I had to turn it off like the movie Amistad
it make me mad to hear something that bad
it don't belong in my changer it belongs in my trash
this man's flow is more dangerous than Rambo
when he runs out of ammo and gotta kill with his hands yo
what you say God? I'm like 16 bars away from quittin' this day job
you here to two hand touch? I'm here to tackle and play hard
no crowd is too small, I still move y'all like U-Haul
ding dong, let me ring this bell a little
see my name up on your sh*t, that's gonna help it sell a little
cause my stock rose past these little snot nose rappers
these, rappers that's actors, these actors that's rappers, they
fakin' the funk like that song from 'White Men Can't Jump'
yo, you f*ckin' with the bullet proof monk
Cause when the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
I said the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
Yo instead of being worried about sample clearances
you should worry about how your sh*t ain't f*ckin' with Terrence's
who that? that's me, you probably know me by my rap name
been doing this since the fat chains before the gats came
look young G, don't try to son me
Side Effect see I'm a underground king like Bun B
I don't waste time in a cipher to battle f*gs
when they really on my side like motorcycle saddle bags
I'm tryna grab the cash in any and every way
you go to work every day sayin' there's gotta be a better way
there might be, I mastered this tight sound
without wearing white tees that look like night gowns
I guess I'm just gettin' old
like fine wine, I get hotter 'stead of gettin' cold
the fine line between underground and commercial I walk that
and that sh*t that real MC's wanna hear, I talk that
Cause when the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
I said the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
yo the game done changed man you better adapt
cause the best rapper is white and the best golfer is black
who woulda thunk it, see I got one move, I dunk it
can't go wrong with that man bring it whoever want it
stick it in the SP 1200, Happ will make a loop
it's lovely when it's played in my Honda hoop-tie
my free-stee scorches, I turn mics into tiki torches
my man copped your CD, said I can't believe he bought this
I said, me neither, that bul wack, my raw raps is like the war on Iraq
strategically mapped over Happ G's bangin' track
what's f*ckin' with that? not much
I'm like a mix between Morris Day and Marvin Gaye
flamboyant with a conscience, what you spit is nonsense
it gets no responses, the crowds roar then turn to silences
Side's one of the illest rhymers dog you better acknowledge this
Cause when the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
I said the beat keep bangin', rhymes I keep sayin'
when I come up in this jawn, muphuka I ain't playin'
I'm just here to tear it down, the kings of underground
Happ Geez is on the beatbox
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13. |
Right Back (remix)
03:41
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I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
It must be my magnetic aura making people gravitate towards me
and hold me in high regard next to things they hold worldly
I'm a quiet cat, but with rap I'm rather wordy
tracks produced by Happ, you can't lather they so dirty
I spit intense with stomach tightening suspense
to a climatic ending, all rights reserved patent pending
I'm like a nerd I sit and merge crazy words
that leave you herbs mouths open like baby birds
I put in work and made my flavor a reality
serving niggas just like I majored in hospitality
there ain't no microphone that I avoid rockin'
flows so fat you would think I had a thyroid problem
yo, spillin' gallons come with the baddest stallions
how you diss? when your chick looks like gorillas in the mist
whoa, with stage presence I command a mic
and where I go the crowds behind me like a tandem bike
if you know me, I'm straight Philly like the word hoagie
or jawn, word born, I ain't nice? you heard wrong
I been doing this shit for so long
get on stage, tear it down, get the money then I'm so gone
I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
If you asking a, nigga who's the most lethal rapper
the master, who bring the pain, like a urethral catheter
the ghetto blaster, fuck a street buzz
I want my shit to sound more like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre
I blow down stages, outrageous
flesh eating disease, cabin fever flow, contagious
pages and pages of the illest orchestrated
rhyme work, we've seen around these parts in ages
a slow writer but a quick learner
always got something on the burner
cooking, looking something like an assembly line
but no cookie cutter
every piece is an original, beats gutter lyrics and the hook be butter
I'm just a nasty ass, crass, trashy ass
no class nigga, one of Philly's illest spitters
I've documented some of the hottest shit that I've invented
15 to the distributor, 85 in my percentage
but with a major it's the other way around
that's why I'm tryna get this independent money underground
you just started, I been doing this all my life
fuck with me dog, that's like tryna catch a falling knife
here we go
I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
I be up late, burning the midnight oil
writing hot shit the ink in my pen starts to boil
dropping rhyme bombs, then I close the vent off
niggas scramble out of here like napalm just went off
Side, ya main man, S.E. is what you call me
you need a game plan? I'll map it out for a small fee
you want advice? here's a tip from the gate
have patience in this biz, you're in a rush just to wait
niggas tryna make classics but doing it all wrong
it's all about the timing and sequencing of songs
you don't know the answers I see you're just guessing
and your music's straight trash I'll smash your test pressing
on the real, you'll never see me begging for no deal
here's the sobering facts, that's just wack, that's how I feel
in this biz, you gotta be more than just a MC
cause it ain't what I can do for them, it's what they can do for me
Side Effect dolo, not part of a banging group
I keep it simple stupid, picking the low hanging fruit
yo, I try to be as consistent as possible
that's how you get judged by your peers that's only logical
I never knew that he be getting busy like that
they like who is he? I don't know, but he's like that
I never knew before, but this cat is so raw, hardcore
I gotta tell my buls, I'll be right back
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