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In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy
In the with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy

First up it's the up, what's up?
To the niggas from the
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm at another crime scene
Committed by the on this rhyme team

Just in a cipher, might take the life of MCs
If wack we got the right to seize
He's black Ultra, know your culture
Motherfuckers don't know so they won't

Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I
Makin' niggas move, no how smooth it get
Or how rigid, still get it
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the that I structures

In my eye, know you heard I
Study math a mathmatician
See half of y'all wishin you could like the gods from the town
Of the rule, you got the urge, bust it down Serge

You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud we twistin'
From another dimension, did I
That funky, that's the only way we know how to get
Rhymes like a partial scholarship

But my so heavy it make you lean when I drop
Leave you like the washin' machine before it stop
all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate
On a mission from Cleveland, ridin' it outta state

So yourself because it's on full scale
I heard some put Jamar to bail to New Rochelle
Now Rule, where we scheme and we plot
On the late night, blunted in the with Sadat

And we your demise, know it's gonna come
Sure as the sun's rise, send me the drum
And Serge is buckin' off a shot from the insight
Air tight, throw a worker cradle to gravesite

I feel a shot pum, pum, push up on the one
I'll bad, bad and no run
Original Flatbush style, and jam
beep Han Solo man

Yes, Mr.Intellect and sex in the
I'm rougher than the hair on girl's chest
Maestro Manny one verse, come in
My cafi in the scab when go flurry

You don't me, your style can't burn me
You's about as as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
My fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
After, Thanksgiving then they're pork skin

I don't give a fuck about your section, just your murder flexin'
Step correct to the brother with the complexion
6' 1", two and cocked diesel
You can see hair is curly, ain't no fuckin' up like you baby, see

In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
In the with my boys, you know we get busy

When the corrupt in my mind starts to erupt
Even the niggas will be yellin' "That's enough"
But what my style, ooh, child, I switch 'em up
Rearrange 'em up, in words I change 'em up

Snagglepuss, I a nigga fall like the season
So exit stage left 'cos you ain't on my level,
You wanna battle? what happened to the last kid
His wife became a widow and his kids became

In the rap profession, I'm not the one for
I'm the first to let'cha I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin'
So all the flunkies you roll with
So when I set it on ache, you all be like "Oh shit"

You want so here we go, peep how my rap flow
I'll your ass sneakin' out the backdoor
This is trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
So watch your step and come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion

Feel the wind blow through your
My aim is square on backbone
home alone and your mom work the double shift
Just enough for me to hit that off

"Bounce on a nigga" my man Wop
Peace to the squad, one-eighth, Fo' and Teepee, it
I'm the type of nigga that'll walk the street
On some shit, even my kid could flip

me on the Wop tape, ban, hit 'em
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get 'em, it
Anticipation, waitin' and waitin'
Peace to Courtland, Ave, Teepee in

Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my
My man, Joon with the 'erb to the
Eh, Black, nigga, where ya at?
No type of daydreamer or a nigga with
This is X and I'm from the Rule

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy