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A Time Before Crack Video (MV)




Performed By: Terrence Wood
Length: 2:54
Written by: Terrence Wood




Terrence Wood - A Time Before Crack Lyrics




I'm a throwback to real mc's a rare species
Parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
Connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract

What they doing nowadays? I ain't gotta do that
My position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
Yeah it is, urban legend with the words I'm spreadin'
Heard 'em reppin' killin' it da microphone's my murder weapon

The real Side Effect that's who Terrence Wood is
Only video they got of me is old shaky footage
Some bad lighting, UFO type sighting
Couple rare records that collectors find so exciting

Like a rare Verve, I pair words that air herbs the f*ck out
That's my routine along my daily route
I moved to the south, brought my Philly style with me
Soaked up they game, spit it back at 'em quickly

Memorize it kids like it and they quote it
Recite it? shit I can't even tell you when I wrote
I spit it I forget it a present wrap it and I gift it
Gifted with the rapping, flow is too futuristic

Take the new school and twist it with the old school and bridge it
Rare and exquisite, let's compare specifics
There's more to this than just being a lucky bastard
Why producers waste them hot beats on them sucky rappers?

I'm a throwback to real mc's a rare species
Parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
Connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract

What they doing nowadays? I ain't gotta do that
My position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
Yeah it is, urban legend with the words I'm spreadin'
Heard 'em reppin' killin' it da microphone's my murder weapon

I'm a industry standard, in the street standing
They dig it, I'm indignant, ignorant and well mannered
Tell Terrence, the voice of the customer
Choice hustler, buy low, sell high
Y'all buy dro, sell it high

Smoking up they own supply
Knowledge me, zero tolerance my policy
Low volume, high mix
We do quality over quantity
We on time, independent autonomy

All kinda heat be flowin' through my supply chain
From the start they benchmark my marketing campaign
Got da wildest shit, doing SWOT analysis
Tryna find my weakness, my product uniqueness

Business never personal, I'ma need a profit
And friends are only good as the money in your pocket
Buddy yes, when Puffy was working for Doug E. Fresh
Side flow the ugliest, leave this bitch a bloody mess

I'm a throwback to real mc's a rare species
Parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
Connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract

What they doing nowadays? I ain't gotta do that
My position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
Yeah it is, urban legend with the words I'm spreadin'
Heard 'em reppin' killin' it da microphone's my murder weapon

Back with this accurate Boom Bapulance
Auto-tune, automatic tune out the wackest shit
Selective hearing, these new rappers suck
But these is your kids, somewhere down the line you f*cked up
Shoulda raised them better, maybe you shoulda beat 'em
They writin' rhymes dissin' rappers thinking they won't meet 'em
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I'm a throwback to real mc's a rare species
Parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
Connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract

What they doing nowadays? I ain't gotta do that
My position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
Yeah it is, urban legend with the words I'm spreadin'
Heard 'em reppin' killin' it da microphone's my murder weapon

The real Side Effect that's who Terrence Wood is
Only video they got of me is old shaky footage
Some bad lighting, UFO type sighting
Couple rare records that collectors find so exciting

Like a rare Verve, I pair words that air herbs the f*ck out
That's my routine along my daily route
I moved to the south, brought my Philly style with me
Soaked up they game, spit it back at 'em quickly

Memorize it kids like it and they quote it
Recite it? shit I can't even tell you when I wrote
I spit it I forget it a present wrap it and I gift it
Gifted with the rapping, flow is too futuristic

Take the new school and twist it with the old school and bridge it
Rare and exquisite, let's compare specifics
There's more to this than just being a lucky bastard
Why producers waste them hot beats on them sucky rappers?

I'm a throwback to real mc's a rare species
Parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
Connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract

What they doing nowadays? I ain't gotta do that
My position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
Yeah it is, urban legend with the words I'm spreadin'
Heard 'em reppin' killin' it da microphone's my murder weapon

I'm a industry standard, in the street standing
They dig it, I'm indignant, ignorant and well mannered
Tell Terrence, the voice of the customer
Choice hustler, buy low, sell high
Y'all buy dro, sell it high

Smoking up they own supply
Knowledge me, zero tolerance my policy
Low volume, high mix
We do quality over quantity
We on time, independent autonomy

All kinda heat be flowin' through my supply chain
From the start they benchmark my marketing campaign
Got da wildest shit, doing SWOT analysis
Tryna find my weakness, my product uniqueness

Business never personal, I'ma need a profit
And friends are only good as the money in your pocket
Buddy yes, when Puffy was working for Doug E. Fresh
Side flow the ugliest, leave this bitch a bloody mess

I'm a throwback to real mc's a rare species
Parents talk about me, but they kids ain't never see me
A time before crack, yeah I rhymed before that
Connoisseur of fine rap I never signed no contract

What they doing nowadays? I ain't gotta do that
My position is solidified, yo who that spittin'? Side?
Yeah it is, urban legend with the words I'm spreadin'
Heard 'em reppin' killin' it da microphone's my murder weapon

Back with this accurate Boom Bapulance
Auto-tune, automatic tune out the wackest shit
Selective hearing, these new rappers suck
But these is your kids, somewhere down the line you f*cked up
Shoulda raised them better, maybe you shoulda beat 'em
They writin' rhymes dissin' rappers thinking they won't meet 'em
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Terrence Wood
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