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Just cause you supply it, don't mean they're gonna buy it
I'm quiet but on stage I'm a Rodney King riot
when I'm energized I feel like I can go for nine hours
and pulverize you guys down to a fine powder
blue magic bomb, you the regular jawn
play your part, I'm the big shark megaladon
know that, I'm from Philly where the crowd won't clap
only people say you nice, is people who don't rap
cause anything look good when you can't do it
I knew it, I notice your beats are bogus and your rhymes ain't fluid
like mines is, tryna spit like you a star here
only different whips you pushin' is Philly car share
when my beat start pumpin' people jumpin' like revival
I spit it with conviction like I'm thumpin' on a Bible
my hype man is backin' up my words like a deacon
cause the truth is what I'm speakin' and it's worthy of repeatin'

Philly buls roll through with beards and crown vics
hit the beats hard, lay down shit that sound sick
on the streets of this Illadelph
you askin' bout me, my rep'll speak for itself
now holla back



At night time I buckle down and write tight lines
the way I rhyme you'd swear I can fly and fight crime
this sound like some grimy shit, second album Onyx shit
ask M.Ski I wrote half this shit in '96
I make it sound current, update it, re-word it
come through merck it, brand new, cause you ain't even heard it
it's fire, send my signal through a wire that's coaxial
I take rappers to school, both public and parochial
teach'em how to spit cause that's what the class about
you talkin' shit cause your whole style is ass to mouth
ATM rap, ok you can say it's that
crime pay but eventually you gotta pay it back
that's what the judge said when you was so defiant
tryna be your own lawyer, had a fool for a client
brother please, ain't no escapin' it
your black ass got a better chance of seeing a reparation check


Philly buls roll through with beards and crown vics
hit the beats hard, lay down shit that sound sick
on the streets of this Illadelph
you askin' bout me, my rep'll speak for itself
now holla back

I settled down now I try to leave the streets alone
I go out and get my appetite, I just eat at home
gotta do me, cause when I'm caught in the zone
I can't cosign you, you might default on your loan
and these rappers, I'm too reserved to wanna aim a toolie at'em
talkin' all that smack, watch me match your enthusiasm
ain't on my level can't even speak what I know
these MP3 rappers never pressed a piece of vinyl
cause they don't want no problem, cause when I get to hobblin'
and knocking your muphukin foot loose like Kenny Loggins
yahmean, I hit the Philly scene back in '92
took ten years off and came back in '02
and became that ... you 'bout to make me say the N-word
a pivotal figure, and my pen game is absurd
I'm in the club tryna maneuver
with this African girl shakin' her ass straight doing the Mapouka
cats hate on me more now than they use to
first time at the Apollo, shit they even booed Luther


Philly buls roll through with beards and crown vics
hit the beats hard, lay down shit that sound sick
on the streets of this Illadelph
you askin' bout me, my rep'll speak for itself
now holla back

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from Cabin Fever, released January 1, 2010
Written by Side Effect
Produced by Happ G
cuts by DJ Panek

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