Step Into da Cipher

歌詞

(lord jamar) First up it's the nuts up, what's up To the niggas from the projects Prospect park in brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcs If you're wack we got the right to seize He's black like ultra, know your culture Motherf**kers don't know so they won't grow Lord jamar show and prove the rules I kick Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get Or how rigid, niggas still get it I kill wicked motherf**kers with the rhymes that I structures In my third eye, know you heard i Study math like a mathmatician See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge (serge) You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin From another dimension, did I mention That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop Goin all out, have to seal these motherf**kers fate On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state So ready yourself because it's on full scale I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle Now rule, that's where we scheme and we plot On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum And serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite (maestro manny) I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one *? i'll bad bad and I'll run? * Original flatbush style, and solo jam Like beep han solo man Yes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the flesh I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest Maestro manny one verse, time come in My ? ? ? ? ? ? scab when they go flurry You don't concern me, your style can't burn me You's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins After thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin I don't give a f**k about your section, just watch your murder flexin Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion 6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel You can see that hair is curly, ain't no f**kin up like ? ? ? See!!!! *interlude* (snagglepuss) When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt Even the hard niggas will be yellin "that's enough" But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf You wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin So bring all the flunkies you roll with So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "oh shit!" You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion (sadat x) Feel the wind blow thru your hair My aim is square on your backbone You're home alone and your mom work the double shift Just enough time for me to hit that off "bounce on a nigga" said my man wop Peace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street On some casual shit, even my kid could flip Hear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word My man joon with the 'erb to the moon Eh shawn black, nigga, where ya at? No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema This is x and I'm straight from the rule