(Everybody reppin' from the side) From the Illadelph To the New York To the the side (Everybody reppin' from the side) From the side To the New side To the the universal
I be able to reach an MC And a little child in the same degree And my elders I what the hell We might as well bridge gaps In all we fall in the fire
It's a million MCs upon a plan they call tryin' to set it mic techniques illegit Inaccurate of reality embedded In they minds thus they rhymes are (check it out)
I use my implemented with jewels and sport tools To inspire all these too fools who say screw school Cause they don't see the put here to trap you and me
Y'all know the battle lieutenant be on whole 'nother other finesse genetic They say I get it from my mother so its' Tary and necessary to shine Legendarily, refined
like the Roots is so rad it's like dag Which bag did they out of, and how can I get in it to win it? Like a raffle ticket If you something, guess who get the sticking
I got Ital style up close and personal The first I to violate, I shall retal- Iate with 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, quite therapeutic Like a B12 hypodermic so shoot it
Lyrically elicit the explicit Most seven digit mic wizard My tongue lash out and with it slightly might miss it When I through your section or district
(Everybody reppin' from the side) From the Illadelph To the New side To the the universal (Everybody from the Illadelph side) From the side To the New York To the the universal
In my years by my peers I was influenced Until the of time killed the congruence I peeped the prints on how to make true sense Of which are a nuisance I know just what to do since I'm on another lev Brothers is jacks and think they ready for the rev But they got a lot to learn, to make their thoughts long Cause on their short-cuts they made a wrong Probably, I construct the fearsome To rip your for many years to come Professional style thinkin' rational to wise So hard a wonder y'all alive
And still breathin', is dead and not even Perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention They cold like heathens When is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up Like women with the gripper drinking Moet they hiccup Fellas picking bricks up about the illest stick up But rip up the jam and we be truly On stage you won't need your tef. Only a mic and a mic test And at your best you get by the fans who profess That can relate With the trials you Or the you endure Cause some cats is Tell horors that are true but see like you Y'all joints just tyo get a woo-woo The tear You be that worker Whose miracle ran out I think it's you pan out Or just plain fade, cause yo you We 'bout to drop on you the Everglades