Lyrics Step Into Da Cipher - Brand Nubian

Step Into Da Cipher

First up its the nuts up, whats up To the niggas from the projects
Prospect park in brooklyn, Im 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 youre wack we got the right to seize
Hes black like ultra, know your culture
Motherfuckers dont know so they wont 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 motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures
In my third eye, know you heard i Study math like a mathmatician
See half of yall wishin you could sound like the gods from the town
Of the rule, you aint got the urge, bust it down 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, thats the only way we know how to get niggas
Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship
But my styles 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 motherfuckers fate
On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state
So ready yourself because its on full scale
I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle
Now rule, thats where we scheme and we plot
On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat
And we discussin your demise, know its gonna come
Sure as the suns 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
I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one
Original flatbush style, and solo jam
Like beep han solo man
Yes-a, mr.
intellect-and-sex in the flesh
Im rougher than the hair on your girls chest
Maestro manny one verse, time come in My?
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scab when they go flurry
You dont concern me, your style cant burn me Yous about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie
My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
After thanksgiving then theyre eatin pork skin
I dont give a fuck 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, aint no fuckin up like?
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See!!!
When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
Even the hard niggas will be yellin «thats 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 aint on my level, leaf
You wanna battle?
heres what happened to the last kid
His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards
In the rap profession, Im not the one for testin
Im the first to letcha know Im 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
Ill have your ass sneakin out the backdoor
This is some trouble you dont wanna get your ass in So watch your step and dont come outcha mouth in the wrong fashion
Feel the wind blow thru your hair
My aim is square on your backbone
Youre 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 Im the type of nigga thatll 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, youre waitin and waitin
Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo thats 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 Im straight from the rule