(Everybody reppin' the Illadelph side) From the side To the New York To the the side (Everybody reppin' from the side) From the Illadelph To the New side To the the side
I wanna be to reach an MC And reach a little child in the degree And my elders I mean the hell We as well bridge these gaps In all we fall in the fire
It's a million MCs a plan they call real tryin' to set it Profess mic illegit perceptions of reality embedded In they thus they rhymes are discredit (check it out)
I use my implemented with jewels and sport tools To inspire all these too cool fools who say school Cause they don't see the That's put to trap you and me
Y'all know the lieutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic They say I get it my mother so its' inheredit- Tary and very necessary to Legendarily, heavily
Contemporaries the Roots is so rad it's like dag Which bag did come out of, and how can I get in it to win it? Like a raffle ticket If you feelin' something, guess who get the
I got this Ital up close and personal The first I find to violate, I shall Iate with realism for whole local To relate, we on like decimal Abstract now
MCin' while I'm MCin' is believing That you can host a ceremony and the dose is never In fact, it's therapeutic Like a B12 needle so shoot it
Lyrically elicit the explicit Most wicked seven digit mic My lash out and strike with it Just might miss it When I blast through your or district
(Everybody from the Illadelph side) From the side To the New side To the the universal (Everybody from the Illadelph side) From the side To the New York To the the side
In my formative years by my I was influenced the instruments of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true Of MC's which are a nuisance I know 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 their short-cuts they made a wrong Probably, timelessly I the fearsome To rip your eardrum for many to come Professional style thinkin' to move wise So hard it's a y'all alive
And breathin', niggas is dead and not even Perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they bleedin' It's obvious that needin' attention feedin' They cold like heathens When mics is up MC's scenes is kicked up Like women with the drinking Moet 'till they hiccup Fellas picking bricks up Fantasizin' the illest stick up But rip up the jam and we be truly On stage you need your tef. vest Only a mic with and a mic And at best you get blessed by the fans who profess That they can the trials you tribulate Or the pains you Cause some cats is Tell that are true but see cats like you Y'all fake just tyo get a woo-woo The jerker You be miracle worker Whose just ran out I think time you pan out Or just plain fade, yo you played We to drop on you like the Everglades