Hook:

They all come and go, I seen it all before
They tell you what they heard, I tell you what I know
Just from my swagga you can tell I ain’t no phony rapper
Watch me tear this bitch down Knockatomi Plaza
They all come and go, I seen it all before
The difference is they tell you what they heard, I tell you what I know
Just from my swagga you can tell I ain’t no phony rapper
Side Effect and Snowgoons, Knockatomi Plaza

Verse 1:

I smoked a little bit back when I was jobless
Popped in a Listerine strip and passed the swab test
Pitiful, hypocrital some say
Strip club on Saturday night, church on Sunday
Philly murder rate is off the hook it’s so nuts
Youngbuls poppin cops up in the Dunkin Donuts
I used to go in there, did not expect to see blood
Meagan used to work in there she hooked me up with free grub
In my alley I hear people buss they gat off
My street is littered with trash an Lotto scratch-offs
No winners, all losers
I’m even playin prayin for the day that I can go and call up the movers
Yo, my cousin got caught hustling by the Feds
It’s a difference ‘tween quitin and quitin while you ahead
New jacks tryna do they same things Nino done
Philly the city of gangstas just wait till the casinos come

Verse 2:

I’m from Philly, the city that’s so gritty and raw
Where before we say our name, we always say the word bul
this the bul Side Effect sharp as a knife always sticking out
With over 30 years of real life shit to spit about
Whole truth, and nothing but the truth you can’t deny me
Even if you never met me, you would still recognize me
Cause I’m so real, emotional rap they you can feel
I hug the mic the same way BB. King hugged Lucille
Bare with me, I’m a work in progress, none the lesser
Got my knee up on your neck, and I won’t let up the pressure
Cause soon you gonna realize you need me, no avoiding
Cause the cure for the snake bite is made from the poison
Spit venom over tight loops and terrorize it
That’ll make you turn your mic booth into a prayer closet
Realize I’m a marketing genius with this rap shit
I sell the same products I just know how to repackage it

Verse 3:


Ayo my name ring Liberty bells in every hood
From Philly I write street literature poetry like Terri Woods
This is Terrence Wood, no relation
Watch the company I keep cause association brings on participation
Rhymes I spit receive full paid scholarships
To the most prestigious black universities
Majoring in mic circuitry and MC surgery
Heard of me being taken out verbally that’s obsurdity
Seth Brundel flow always on that fly shit
Me and mics we like dogs and fire hydrants
Attractions unavoidable it’s definitely a sight to see
I’ve met alotta mean rappers, none of them as nice as me
I will sign you, never release you, bind you
To a contract make you regret you ever tried to
Rhyme in the first place, ya bore us
Ya wack ass verses are just devices used to space out your chorus

Written And Performed by Side Effect for Whitmore Skillz Music. Copyright (2008).