Guess What ft. Stress The White Boy Lyrics

Guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to the top

I'm hot and don't plan to stop

And guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to another level

Up the ante up another several

Guess what? What?

You can't stand still in this game

Babyboy you better spit them flames, uh-huh

And I'm gone break it on down right here

Just for y'all let me make myself clear

Side Effect seasoned vet, show respect cause I'm older

The way I rhyme you'd pay just to look over my shoulder

And follow me around just like Scully and Mulder

For these underground styles of X-Files in my folder

Don't be fooled by my good looks and charm

Put the mic in my palm, and you can bet the farm

That I'ma rip this jawn when I'm rockin' the crowd

Cats is in the front row they start moppin' they brow

Stress got so many beats he said, Side take a pick

I came with flows so milk they make brothas take a shit

Rolling in their own excrement when I'm flexin' it

And on this microphone I be religiously blessin' it

With exclusives just like a Clue tape

Or we can slow it down, chop it just like a Screw tape

Freestyles? Nah pal, here's my new rate

Pay styles and I can have it to you by the due date

I'm nice please believes it when I first release it

It'll stick to your head like a gooey adhesive

You don't know? Ask around the underground

Side Effect got a flow to knock down Phil Spector's Wall of Sound

Guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to the top

I'm hot and don't plan to stop

And guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to another level

Up the ante up another several

Guess what? What?

You can't stand still in this game

Babyboy you better spit them flames, uh-huh

And I'm gone break it on down right here

Just for y'all let me make myself clear

I be's a, inspirational source for rhymers

When I flow brace yourself like a orthodontist

Side effect flow with no omega, no commas

Fuck around with me dog I leave ya where I find ya's

I been doing this so long it's disgusting

To the point where I can go and pick out cats production

Like yo that's Preemo, hey that's Jay Dee

That's Hi-Tek but this is Side Effect on Stress beat

You better recognize

Cause yo this nicca be

Interesting to watch like turntable trickery, uh

I write a line as soon as the beats felt

The way I rhyme yo you should fasten your seatbelt

Or else you're in double trouble

Me and rappin' go together just like Michael Jackson and Bubbles

Side fantastic like a woman who's multi-orgasmic

The way I flows an insult to your mascu-linity

You have no skill-ility

Which means the ability to spill it as ill as me

It ain't you fault like Silkk the Shocker

Dog I came in this game so I can milk it proper

Guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to the top

I'm hot and don't plan to stop

And guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to another level

Up the ante up another several

Guess what? What?

You can't stand still in this game

Babyboy you better spit them flames, uh-huh

And I'm gone break it on down right here

Just for y'all let me make myself clear

I just sit and laugh at you funny

Then I clutch mics tight like strippers clutch money bags

And spit flabby flows sicker than Bubonic Flu

That'll pull me bitches badder than the jawns on Comic View

I been rhymin' for a few, this is more than just a hobby

Got more talent in my pinky then your whole fuckin' body

Side be unemployed working a Hip Hop job

Living off Oodles of Noodles and cut up hot dogs

I survive off bare essentials, rhyme over rare instrumentals

That Stress laced me with

Then came with crazy shit I'm known for bul

I got that much power

Make your girl back it up like 95 at rush hour

I'm just laughin' at the riddles you rappin'

Can't fuck with the bullshit I scribble on napkins

Just to pass the time a Side Effect recreation

You're not dope by any stretch of the imagination

I can't get with them guys

Whose music sound all computerized and synthesized

While you working nine to fives the bul Side out for delf

Cause you'll never get rich working for nobody else

Guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to the top

I'm hot and don't plan to stop

And guess what? What?

I'm about to take it to another level

Up the ante up another several

Guess what? What?

You can't stand still in this game

Babyboy you better spit them flames, uh-huh

And I'm gone break it on down right here

Just for y'all let me make myself clear