Intro Lyrics

Intro flow, before I start rockin

Let me introduce y'all to this Underground Concoction

I'm bout to take you on a ride through the mind

Of the bul Side Effect the illest of all time

Stage fright when you grab the mic you act scared

It's like a white barber tryna cut Black hair

Messing it up, you ain't the real Mccoy man

Fuck Hip Hop you should join a boy band

Call me baker man making underground bread

Hip Hop without a t- shirt tied around my head

No lucci spent on a car with Gucci print

Just enough to live comfortable and pay the rent

Me and my buls hang, oldheads like the Duke Morgan Gang

Using your grandpa slang

Like you jive ass turkey motherfucka

Sucka don't you know you can't get with Side Effect that's my nucca

My style's rare like a, koala bear in the inner city

The score is ten to fifty

Side in the lead mc's they can't stand it

I spit hot shit, Store High In Transit

That's a acronym smacking them wack raps

Drop it heavy, snapping straps on your backpacks

I heat up tracks like a blow dryer or a slow fryer

Can you fuck with Side? No sire

Your shit's poopie, defecating like feces

You're just a groupie shaking just to meet me

Your rap is a fad, your acting is bad

Side Effect I hold the fort down like Capture The Flag

I be the raw Hip Hopper, pull up on a hog or a chopper

I'm so unruly, so uncoopera-tive

It's like I contracted HIV

And I'm rappin with only ten days to live

Yo, you can't see us, man you can't do us

You got a better chance at seeing Emmanuel Lewis

When I was eleven I was hoppin on the train straight

Downtown, eighty six, coppin Dana Dane tape

You just a youngin son why you fronting

Saying something, nah you ain't saying nothing

That I ain't heard before don't make me serve you bul

Cause during war yeah the words is raw

My shits explosive dog, speakers blew out

Bomb squad came in, said fuck it, move out

Changed they mind when they realized the name and rhyme

Like Cyndi Lauper Time after time

I gotta tell ya, E40 said Side I smell ya

Unassuming demeanor, show up on the scene like the cleaner

In a Black Mans Wish, that's a Beamer

On some 2003 Jeru coming cleaner

I'm tryna have mad money in my clutch

Cause if you know how much you got then you ain't got much