In the cipher with my boys, you know we get In the with my boys, you know we get busy In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy
First up the nuts up, what's up? To the niggas the projects Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another scene Committed by the brothers on rhyme team
Just freestylin' in a cipher, might the life of MCs If you're wack we got the to seize He's black Ultra, know your culture Motherfuckers don't know so won't grow
Jamar show and prove the rules I kick Makin' niggas move, no how smooth it get Or how rigid, niggas get it I kill wicked motherfuckers the rhymes that I structures
In my third eye, know you I math like a mathmatician See half of y'all wishin you could sound the gods from the town Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it Serge
You I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud we just twistin' From dimension, did I mention funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas Rhymes like a partial scholarship
But my style's so heavy it make you lean I drop Leave you spinnin' like the washin' machine it stop Goin' all out, have to seal these fate On a mission Cleveland, ridin' it from outta state
So yourself because it's on full scale I heard some put Jamar to bail to New Rochelle Now Rule, that's where we and we plot On the late night, blunted in the basement Sadat
And we discussin' your demise, know it's gonna Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the And Serge is buckin' off a from the mental insight Air tight, a worker from cradle to gravesite
I feel lick a shot pum, pum, up on the one bad, bad and I'll 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 your chest Manny one verse, time come in My cafi in the scab when go flurry
You don't concern me, style can't burn me You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and My steelo fat like girlfriend, pregnant with twins After, Thanksgiving they're eatin' pork skin
I don't give a fuck about section, just watch your murder flexin' Step to the brother with the dark 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 with my boys, you 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 stuff in my mind starts to Even the hard will be yellin' "That's enough" But what about my style, ooh, child, I 'em up Rearrange 'em up, in other I change 'em up
Snagglepuss, I make a nigga like the season So exit stage left you ain't on my level, leaf You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the kid His became a widow and his kids became bastards
In the rap profession, I'm not the one for I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty mudwrestlin' So bring all the flunkies you roll So I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit"
You want so here we go, peep how my rap flow I'll have your ass sneakin' out the This is some you don't wanna get your ass in So watch your step and don't come out'cha in the wrong fashion
Feel the wind through your hair My aim is on your backbone You're home alone and mom work the double shift Just time for me to hit that off
"Bounce on a nigga" my man Wop to the squad, one-eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it I'm the type of nigga walk down the street On some casual shit, even my kid flip
me on the Wop tape, ban, hit 'em Hear me with the rhythm, yo you go get 'em, check it Anticipation, waitin' and waitin' Peace to Courtland, Ave, wheelnose in
Satan, the early bird, aiyo my word My man, Joon with the to the moon Eh, Shawn Black, nigga, ya at? No type of daydreamer or a nigga with is X and I'm straight from the Rule
In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy In the with my boys, you know we get busy In the cipher with my boys, you know we get In the cipher with my boys, you know we get