Side Effect I keep it real I never been a fake
You can rock a necklace with a charm, I rock a cable with a dinner plate
Driving on the interstate, spittin over beat breaks
Pushing back your wig like your release date
I'm straight skilladel like the word jawn and chicken cheesesteaks
The best DJ's, EST and Schoolly D tapes
Side, yahmean, I'm all about the beenhameens, you know the green
I burn down mics, ignite drum machines
See I'ma ask y'all, that bul glass jaw looks shatterable
I only rhyme on niggas if they look battleable
You know my steelo, I clothesline these niggas on the deelo
Off the ropes like I'm Tito with the flying burrito
My rhymes ain't necessarily, politically correct
They're metaphorically in depth with vanglorious effects
I be the bul Side Effect, see I'm the teacher, you're the learner
Your rhymes are little tags, and that, that's a burner
For every rhyme I spit I should receive a full paid scholarship
To the most prestigious Black university
Majoring in mic circuitry and MC surgery
Heard of me being taken out verbally is absurdity
Side bad as f*ck, here to bag the bucks
Call me the hardened criminal robbing Viagra trucks
For somebody so sloppy, you're a little to cocky
I'll flip your tape up in the crowd like it's a promotional copy
My mind frame is like that of an intern
Who studied under Dr, Kevorkian, the electrician
When good MC's turn bad, I'm the collector's edition
You're a slow drive in the country, I'm a reckless collision
Yo my style is off the hook, followed by a jab, an uppercut
That f*cks you up, followed by some get ups, and some nigga whats?
You don't want no trouble son
I'm like Nino Brown, cancel that bitch, I'll buy me another one
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
My mouth speaks with the arrogance of bitches down on South Street
I reps over anything from break beats to house beats
I'm loved like a Friday, you're hated like a Monday
Lyrical gunplay, this pilot can't see the runway
Skill provider, even when I'm dead I'll kick it liver
Spit intoxicated flows but I'm the designated driver
Cause lyrically there's absolutely nothing you can do to me
My rhymes contain some adult language and brief nudity
I'm coming through like ambulances
Battle me your chances are as slim as finding albino people in avalanches
Compose cruel flows, make sure this fools knows
Be on your toes, what I spit will wrinkle up your school clothes
Y'all all drop like girls drawls when I brawl
Cringe, it's like a syringe piercing your eyeball
I splash beer in your mug, I ain't hearing you cuz
My rhymes smell like corn chips and period blood
Yo Side, I switch flows faster than models switch clothes
Backstage at one of Tommy Hilfiger's fashion shows
I be the hottest thing since ya girl's pussy
Always dangling on the edge, all you gotta do is push me
Yo on tracks I'm like a crackhead having a relapse
I breathe raps, when I attack it's like a bat wacked your kneecaps
As I vehemently spit, sporadical terror
With no grammatical error, I'm like the radical bearer of bad news
For MC's if the ever try and test us
In battles I come out to theme music like some wrestlers
I'm friendly with a mic, that means I'm nice, without a endo sack
I'm hotter than a dog in a car with the window cracked
I used to work for Dominos, I'ma show you bout delivery
Feel my ubiquity, I spit the hotness with humidity
Blow the barometer, roll back the miles on the odometer
When rhymin, I probably get up in your ass like a thermometer
I spit that next shit, that new shit, you never heard of shit
My verbal nourishment offers you nothing but discouragement
Your style is like a car leaking gas for two miles
And I just dropped a match
BLAOW
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
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English
Side Effect I keep it real I never been a fake
You can rock a necklace with a charm, I rock a cable with a dinner plate
Driving on the interstate, spittin over beat breaks
Pushing back your wig like your release date
I'm straight skilladel like the word jawn and chicken cheesesteaks
The best DJ's, EST and Schoolly D tapes
Side, yahmean, I'm all about the beenhameens, you know the green
I burn down mics, ignite drum machines
See I'ma ask y'all, that bul glass jaw looks shatterable
I only rhyme on niggas if they look battleable
You know my steelo, I clothesline these niggas on the deelo
Off the ropes like I'm Tito with the flying burrito
My rhymes ain't necessarily, politically correct
They're metaphorically in depth with vanglorious effects
I be the bul Side Effect, see I'm the teacher, you're the learner
Your rhymes are little tags, and that, that's a burner
For every rhyme I spit I should receive a full paid scholarship
To the most prestigious Black university
Majoring in mic circuitry and MC surgery
Heard of me being taken out verbally is absurdity
Side bad as f*ck, here to bag the bucks
Call me the hardened criminal robbing Viagra trucks
For somebody so sloppy, you're a little to cocky
I'll flip your tape up in the crowd like it's a promotional copy
My mind frame is like that of an intern
Who studied under Dr, Kevorkian, the electrician
When good MC's turn bad, I'm the collector's edition
You're a slow drive in the country, I'm a reckless collision
Yo my style is off the hook, followed by a jab, an uppercut
That f*cks you up, followed by some get ups, and some nigga whats?
You don't want no trouble son
I'm like Nino Brown, cancel that bitch, I'll buy me another one
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
My mouth speaks with the arrogance of bitches down on South Street
I reps over anything from break beats to house beats
I'm loved like a Friday, you're hated like a Monday
Lyrical gunplay, this pilot can't see the runway
Skill provider, even when I'm dead I'll kick it liver
Spit intoxicated flows but I'm the designated driver
Cause lyrically there's absolutely nothing you can do to me
My rhymes contain some adult language and brief nudity
I'm coming through like ambulances
Battle me your chances are as slim as finding albino people in avalanches
Compose cruel flows, make sure this fools knows
Be on your toes, what I spit will wrinkle up your school clothes
Y'all all drop like girls drawls when I brawl
Cringe, it's like a syringe piercing your eyeball
I splash beer in your mug, I ain't hearing you cuz
My rhymes smell like corn chips and period blood
Yo Side, I switch flows faster than models switch clothes
Backstage at one of Tommy Hilfiger's fashion shows
I be the hottest thing since ya girl's pussy
Always dangling on the edge, all you gotta do is push me
Yo on tracks I'm like a crackhead having a relapse
I breathe raps, when I attack it's like a bat wacked your kneecaps
As I vehemently spit, sporadical terror
With no grammatical error, I'm like the radical bearer of bad news
For MC's if the ever try and test us
In battles I come out to theme music like some wrestlers
I'm friendly with a mic, that means I'm nice, without a endo sack
I'm hotter than a dog in a car with the window cracked
I used to work for Dominos, I'ma show you bout delivery
Feel my ubiquity, I spit the hotness with humidity
Blow the barometer, roll back the miles on the odometer
When rhymin, I probably get up in your ass like a thermometer
I spit that next shit, that new shit, you never heard of shit
My verbal nourishment offers you nothing but discouragement
Your style is like a car leaking gas for two miles
And I just dropped a match
BLAOW
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
You can rock a necklace with a charm, I rock a cable with a dinner plate
Driving on the interstate, spittin over beat breaks
Pushing back your wig like your release date
I'm straight skilladel like the word jawn and chicken cheesesteaks
The best DJ's, EST and Schoolly D tapes
Side, yahmean, I'm all about the beenhameens, you know the green
I burn down mics, ignite drum machines
See I'ma ask y'all, that bul glass jaw looks shatterable
I only rhyme on niggas if they look battleable
You know my steelo, I clothesline these niggas on the deelo
Off the ropes like I'm Tito with the flying burrito
My rhymes ain't necessarily, politically correct
They're metaphorically in depth with vanglorious effects
I be the bul Side Effect, see I'm the teacher, you're the learner
Your rhymes are little tags, and that, that's a burner
For every rhyme I spit I should receive a full paid scholarship
To the most prestigious Black university
Majoring in mic circuitry and MC surgery
Heard of me being taken out verbally is absurdity
Side bad as f*ck, here to bag the bucks
Call me the hardened criminal robbing Viagra trucks
For somebody so sloppy, you're a little to cocky
I'll flip your tape up in the crowd like it's a promotional copy
My mind frame is like that of an intern
Who studied under Dr, Kevorkian, the electrician
When good MC's turn bad, I'm the collector's edition
You're a slow drive in the country, I'm a reckless collision
Yo my style is off the hook, followed by a jab, an uppercut
That f*cks you up, followed by some get ups, and some nigga whats?
You don't want no trouble son
I'm like Nino Brown, cancel that bitch, I'll buy me another one
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
My mouth speaks with the arrogance of bitches down on South Street
I reps over anything from break beats to house beats
I'm loved like a Friday, you're hated like a Monday
Lyrical gunplay, this pilot can't see the runway
Skill provider, even when I'm dead I'll kick it liver
Spit intoxicated flows but I'm the designated driver
Cause lyrically there's absolutely nothing you can do to me
My rhymes contain some adult language and brief nudity
I'm coming through like ambulances
Battle me your chances are as slim as finding albino people in avalanches
Compose cruel flows, make sure this fools knows
Be on your toes, what I spit will wrinkle up your school clothes
Y'all all drop like girls drawls when I brawl
Cringe, it's like a syringe piercing your eyeball
I splash beer in your mug, I ain't hearing you cuz
My rhymes smell like corn chips and period blood
Yo Side, I switch flows faster than models switch clothes
Backstage at one of Tommy Hilfiger's fashion shows
I be the hottest thing since ya girl's pussy
Always dangling on the edge, all you gotta do is push me
Yo on tracks I'm like a crackhead having a relapse
I breathe raps, when I attack it's like a bat wacked your kneecaps
As I vehemently spit, sporadical terror
With no grammatical error, I'm like the radical bearer of bad news
For MC's if the ever try and test us
In battles I come out to theme music like some wrestlers
I'm friendly with a mic, that means I'm nice, without a endo sack
I'm hotter than a dog in a car with the window cracked
I used to work for Dominos, I'ma show you bout delivery
Feel my ubiquity, I spit the hotness with humidity
Blow the barometer, roll back the miles on the odometer
When rhymin, I probably get up in your ass like a thermometer
I spit that next shit, that new shit, you never heard of shit
My verbal nourishment offers you nothing but discouragement
Your style is like a car leaking gas for two miles
And I just dropped a match
BLAOW
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Cause you's a what? cause I'm a bad muthaf*cka
Rhymes are fat parallel to no other
Writer: Terrence Wood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid