Side Effect - Foreign Banguage lyrics

[Hook:] x2 This is underground music made from the streets It's worldwide we communicate over beats You can't understand us, it's like another language We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage [Verse 1:] I be the untamed animal with no owners manual Contents under pressure, flow extremely flammable The most slept on but on the low though A legend like Lochness, Big Foot, Ogo-Pogo Yes Side Effect the rap dude Stress The White Boy with all the tattoos Philly sh** like the ‘86 crack crews JBM, OK Corral rap over foul tracks No show tunes, Side Effect, Snowgoons I don't write rhymes I write flow charts Silent but deadly that pierce your neck like a blow dart You on The Source, I'm in camo on the front of Guns & Ammo Cause what I spit'll take down any breathing mammal Feel my hunger you can touch my stomach Whoever want it they can get just like Sparta 300 I ain't even blunted, I don't get high, I'm so sober But imagine if I did smoke ya life would be over [Hook:] x2 This is underground music made from the streets It's worldwide we communicate over beats You can't understand us, it's like another language We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage Verse 2: Here's another masterful worthy of five mics considered cla**ical Beats that snap ya clavicle, Rhymes extremely graphical What I write is timeless you can feel free to quote it Cause it means more today than back when I first wrote it Like ten years ago and I'm still rockin tougher Plus you buy this for ya kids it makes a great stocking stuffer Knowledge me, do your Hip Hop genealogy Honorably, I hold mad degrees in Bangology I'm like a young Ca** Clay so you know my title You're useless as a ashtray on a motorcycle Blowing in the wind my razor tongue will exfoliate your skin Like a mud mask, but this a blood bath I'm a mongrel, a brute inside the booth A uppity negro that's so cra** and uncouth So gimme a pound now and try dissin me later But why try, trying is just the first step towards failure [Hook:] x2 This is underground music made from the streets It's worldwide we communicate over beats You can't understand us, it's like another language We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage Verse 3: See I'm a Hip Hop elitist with a view so myopic Like everything's the weakest, I'm the only hot sh** Conceited on some Rick Rude sh** boy please I'm the man I'm in demand like bilingual employees Overseas I look forward to rockin, check one-two My wifey half German so I'm good when I come through Dog I will son you to the point you wanna retaliate And getcha Glock and do me like Pac up in Power Play I can't go for that Hall & Oats rap One on one you don't wanna play that game tonight, know that Beef never well-done, I remain raw When it comes to my rebu*tal I'm as subtle as a chainsaw I spit sh** to make cats beg my pardon And automatically catapult myself to superstardom That's why y'all can't handle this, free thinking anarchist I'm done, have your people call my people with the damages [Hook:] x2 This is underground music made from the streets It's worldwide we communicate over beats You can't understand us, it's like another language We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage