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phylinx - e.c. roots lyrics

[ verse 1: snizz]

gonna hit em wit a east side flow
i’m a east side pro
ride around the city with a east side hoe
with the street lights low
spittin heat spyro
never show a rapper mercy i’m a beast, i know
on the long days
longs nights
try to get out from the hallways
to long flights
stop a hater like an all way
get it, alright
gotta ball right?
crawl up to my level to step n i’ll make ya fall heights
don’t worry i got it
some of my haters they tell me i’m not it
i say i’m a prophet
we are the illest motherf-ckers soon to be number 1 topic
so cut all ya gossip
go f-ck a light socket
you spit a sick verse
f-cken great made me vomit
b-tch hide in your closet
taking all your people down
brining my people up that’s a promise, b-tch

[verse 2: ¡rxtedx!]

yo, only riding for my brothers
ain’t no way around it since we only got each other
squad been tight since the avenues of the scudder
and i’m still at the crib getting yelled at by my mother
yeah on whack sh-t smoking that piff
absent from my cl-sses it’s cl-ssic action
doing doing everything these people can’t even imagine
lookin at me now they all like “can we get in that sh-t”
excellent flows we slice up like baraka
we enter the top and now we the show stoppers
go run to the cops and just tell on these rastas
for punchlines that drop ya
we murderous monsters
spit when i talk got the pip in my walk
fat lips so ya thot stay gripped to the c-ck
east sides where i’m docked from the burbs to the bronx
roll wit devils like new jersey be the herd in my squad

[verse 3: ben$0n]

this is how we do it on the east side
i go to war using nothing but the peace sign
you ain’t spitting no kind of flame you should resign
lay down what you can’t in front of your baby cuz she’s fine
gotta b-tch make her dance like nikki
she got an -ss prolly like these pants tight fit me
tryna roll around with the band right quickly
i can see that she like it and now the fans ride with me
cuz i franchise sickly
the top of the market
i’m blocking these artists
no having trouble mocking these artists
that’s a fact and now i’m proving it to rocket the farthest
i’m copping the largest
been showin off what i got where my part is (yeah)
i’m tryna rip my rubber bands
stacking that cheddar barley can fit it in my hands, they hating on the man? no wonder no one can understand, let the rap do the talking i’m advanced, b-tch

- phylinx lyrics

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