Hook:

I’m a throwback to real mc’s a rare species
Parents talk about me, but they kids aint never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
Connosieur of fine rap I never signed no contract
What they doin nowadays I ain’t gotta do dat
My position is solidified, who dat spittin Side?
Yeah it is, Urban legend wit the words I’m spreadin
Heard’em reppin killin it da microphone’s my murder weapon

Verse 1:

The real Side Effect that’s who Terrence Wood is
only video they got of me is old shakey footage
Some Bad lighting, UFO type sighting
Couple rare records that collectors find so exciting
Like a rare Verve, I pair words that air herbs
Da fuck out dats my routine along my daily route
I moved to the south brought my Philly style wit me
Soaked up they game and spit it back at’em quickly
Memorize it kids like it and they quote it
recite it? shit I can’t even tell you when I wrote
I spit it I forget it a present wrap it and I gift it
Gifted with the rapping flow is too futuristic
Take da new school twist it wit old school and bridge it
rare and exquisite let's compare specifics
there's More to this than just bein a Lucky bastard
Why producers waist dem hot beats on dem sucky rappers

Verse 2:

I’m a, Industry standard, In da street standin
They dig it , I’m Indignant ignant and well mannered
Tell Terrence, the voice of the customer
Choice hustler buy low sell high
they buy dro and sell it high
smoking up they own supply
Knowledge me zero tolerance is my policy
Low volume high mix
We do Quality over quantity
We on time independent autonomy
All kinda heat be flowin through my supply chain
From the start they benchmark my marketing campaign
Got da wildest shit, doin SWOT anaysis tryna find my weakness
My Product uniqueness
Business never personal I’ma need a profit
and friends are only good as the money in your pocket
Buddy yes when Puffy was workin for Dougie Fresh
Side flow da ugliest leave this bitch a bloody mess


Verse 3:

back wit this accurate boom bapulance
Auto-tune automatic tune out da wackest shit
Selective hearing, the new rappers suck
But these is your kids, somewhere down the line you fucked up
Shoulda raised them better, maybe you shoulda beat’em
They Writin rhymes dissin rappers thinking they won't meet’em.........


Written And Performed by Side Effect for Whitmore Skillz Music. Copyright (2011).