(Everybody reppin' the Illadelph side) From the Illadelph To the New side To the the universal (Everybody from the Illadelph side) From the side To the New side To the the universal
I be able to reach an MC And reach a little in the same degree And my excel I mean what the We might as bridge these gaps In all we fall in the fire
It's a MCs upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it mic techniques illegit Inaccurate perceptions of embedded In they minds thus rhymes are discredit (check it out)
I use my music with jewels and sport tools To inspire all these too cool who say screw school Cause they see the conspiracy put here to trap you and me
Y'all know the battle lieutenant be on some whole other finesse genetic say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- Tary and very necessary to Legendarily, refined
Contemporaries like the Roots is so rad like dag bag did they come out of, and how can I get in it to win it? Like a raffle ticket If you feelin' something, who get the sticking
I got Ital style up close and personal The first I find to violate, I shall with realism for they whole local To relate, we on point like decimal now
MCin' while I'm breathin' is believing That you can host a ceremony and the dose is phony In fact, it's therapeutic a B12 hypodermic needle so shoot it
Lyrically elicit the explicit Most wicked digit mic wizard My tongue lash out and with it slightly might miss it When I blast your section or district
(Everybody reppin' the Illadelph side) From the side To the New side To the the universal (Everybody reppin' from the side) From the side To the New side To the the side
In my formative years by my peers I was Until the of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make sense Of MC's which are a nuisance I just what to do since I'm on another lev is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev But got a lot to learn, to make their thoughts long term Cause on short-cuts they made a wrong turn Probably, I construct the fearsome To rip your eardrum for many to come Professional thinkin' rational to move wise So hard it's a wonder y'all
And still breathin', is dead and not even real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious they needin' attention feedin' They cold actin' like mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up Like women the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup Fellas picking bricks up Fantasizin' about the illest up But rip up the jam and we be impressed On stage you won't your tef. vest a mic with and a mic test And at your you get blessed by the fans who profess they can relate With the you tribulate Or the pains you Cause some cats is Tell horors that are but see cats like you Y'all fake just tyo get a woo-woo The tear You be that miracle miracle just ran out I think time you pan out Or just plain fade, yo you played We to drop on you like the Everglades