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Terrence Wood - Guess What Lyrics



Terrence Wood - Guess What Lyrics
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[ Featuring Stress The White Boy ]

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
F*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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
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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
F*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Terrence Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid




Terrence Wood - Guess What Video
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Performed By: Terrence Wood
Featuring: Stress The White Boy
Length: 4:10
Written by: Terrence Wood

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