(Everybody reppin' from the side) From the side To the New York To the the universal (Everybody reppin' the Illadelph side) From the Illadelph To the New York To the the universal
I wanna be able to an MC And reach a little child in the same And my excel I mean what the We might as well 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 reality In they minds they rhymes are discredit (check it out)
I use my music implemented with jewels and tools To inspire all too cool fools who say screw school Cause they don't see the put here to trap you and me
Y'all the battle lieutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic They say I get it my mother so its' inheredit- Tary and necessary to shine Legendarily, heavily
Contemporaries like the Roots is so rad it's dag bag did they come out of, and how can I get in it to win it? Like a raffle pickin' If you feelin' something, who get the sticking
I got Ital style up close and personal The first I to violate, I shall retal- Iate with realism for whole local To relate, we on point decimal Abstract now
MCin' while I'm breathin' is believing you can host a ceremony and the dose is never phony In fact, it's therapeutic a B12 hypodermic needle so shoot it
Lyrically elicit upsteps the Most seven digit mic wizard My lash out and strike with it slightly might miss it When I blast through your section or
(Everybody reppin' the Illadelph side) From the side To the New side To the the side (Everybody from the Illadelph side) From the side To the New York To the the side
In my years by my peers I was influenced Until the instruments of time killed the I peeped the blue prints on how to make true Of MC's which are a I know just what to do since I'm on another lev is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev But they got a lot to learn, to their thoughts long term Cause on their short-cuts they a wrong turn Probably, timelessly I the fearsome To rip your eardrum for many to come Professional thinkin' rational to move wise So it's a wonder y'all alive
And still breathin', niggas is dead and not Perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious they needin' attention feedin' They cold actin' heathens When mics is picked up MC's scenes is up Like women with the gripper drinking 'till they hiccup hustlin' picking bricks up Fantasizin' about the illest up But rip up the jam and we be truly On you won't need your tef. vest a mic with and a mic test And at your best you get by the fans who profess That they can With the trials you Or the you endure some cats is pure Tell horors are true but see cats like you Y'all fake just tyo get a woo-woo The tear You be miracle worker Whose just ran out I think it's you pan out Or just plain fade, cause yo you We 'bout to drop on you like the