Knockatomi Plaza

by Snowgoons feat. Side Effect

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from the Snowgoons album "Black Snow". Available for purchase at itunes.apple.com/us/album/black-snow-bonus-version/id282963356 and www.amazon.com/Black-Snow-Snowgoons/dp/B00197U12K

For verses and shows, contact Side Effect at sideeffect88@yahoo.com for pricing.


I hooked up with the Snowgoons through my homies Stress the White Boy and Reef the Lost Cauze. They went on tour over in Europe with the Goons some time around 2007. When the Snowgoons started recording their second album Black Snow, Stress was instrumental in making sure his Krush Unit crew was a part of the project. The Snowgoons sent me like five beats and the two that I wrote and recorded to were "Knockatomi Plaza" and "Foreign Banguage". I came up with those particular song titles because I wanted to stand out amongst the bigger underground names on the project. When you read those titles, you instantly think, "what is that song about?". At least, that's what I would think. I think it worked out pretty well because a lot of people love this song. "Knockatomi Plaza" is actually taken from the Bruce Willis movie "Die Hard". The name of the building in that movie was Nakatomi Plaza, I just switched the spelling up. Stress and I recorded the vocals at his Chop Shop studio in Langhorne, PA. I shot a video for this song too, it's on youtube.

lyrics

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).

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released June 24, 2008
Produced by Snowgoons

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