Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Cipher, artist - 40 Bandits
Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Cipher |
You know I stay God Cypher Cypher Divine |
I don’t swine, I don’t master Islam Now Divine |
When a punk jumps up to get fucked up |
I’m like a father giving tough love |
Uh, bust slugs with the universal Zig Zag Zig Islam, I right the bomb |
The God Cypher off, then I break north |
I spice it up like Allah 1 steak sauce |
Go forth Young Master Allah Now |
Time for you to Rule Equality Power |
And step to your Born I Zig Zag Zag |
Stop acting like a big ass kid |
Peace to the God, Jasik is Allah |
Everything in tune like the Sun, Moon & Stars |
Foundation strong, word is my bond |
Life manifested, Arm Leg Leg Arm |
Head and instead, leave the devil dead |
Four shots, four bodies filled up with lead |
Goons is in back of me, peep at the strategy |
Get right, refine myself, like the Street Academy |
Run through the hood, ain’t nothing good |
These little niggas shooting shit up like they would |
Niggas try to do me in, buck me and shoot again |
Roll with the God Lord Jamar, Brand Nubian |
Police is in the back of me |
Black, Power, this is 40 B., check it |
Kill a cop, blazing trees, stick to bake and flee |
Right away, tell me have you Today’s Degree |
I’m wild and I’m wigged, for old, it’s like a new religion |
A new code, a revolt, I write it up in prison |
Ralo, it’s God Body with the long shotty |
The armed robbery in the lobby in front of everybody |
I’m wild and I’m wreckless, murder the homicide detective |
Buried his body and I ain’t even get arrested |
Now police is knocking at my door |
Looking for me, but I ain’t here no more, check it |
Your outlaw and money, that’s what I come for |
With Lord J, all day, layin' the law, but |
Witnesses is try’nna say they saw |
A crazy madman waving the four-four, check it |
The fire with the God, I strike you with the iron rod |
Police, they’d rather come with the riot squad |
The science of teaching, the rebel, I’m the ghetto chief’ton |
The seeds, do the knowledge when the God’s speaking |
Scout body in the party, and we wreck it tonight |
Say it’s a matter, get shot or you hog it on sight |
Now why I’m killing cops, why I kill the judge? |
Why if they find crack in them pockets they show me love? |
I spit the banger, the mathematical flamer-flamer |
Switch up and hit the changer, then get it, this biz is dangerous |
Free the Cipher, it’s 40 gangs, and 40 B |
Sophisticated, the higher science of burglary |
You can’t fuck with the power or the pride |
I’m a jump up, and nigga, jack your crack |
It’s Nat Turner, muthafucka, beast of the belly, squeezin' Pirellis |
And shoot you for tellin' me this manufactured fire is deadly |
Allah moves steady, I got the seeds ready |
Military so necessary, the Pele Pele |
El Genereli, five star murder malachi |
Dippin' narcotics in bolic, like the sun did the prophet |
The perfector, rep for fucking up your sector |
Connect, the mic checker, ease up selector |
Come again, bring it back, reload, rewind |
I design like, Universal Sham God, I am God |
A vanguard, you’ve been eating ham dog |
Damn, dog, thought you was wise, now ya ass’ll get slam hard |
What’s this, knew I couldn’t trust this, yo fuck this |
Bust this, try to pretend to serving from justice |
Must this go down, yo, God, can we discuss this? |
Emphatically no, Now Cypher, I’m bout to snuff this |
Black snake, fraudelent fake, see through shell |
We ain’t real, you faking than a eight dollar bill |
You can run and hide, but you still can’t avoid it |
Strip 'em of his lessons, flush some more down the toilet |
Cuz you walk like an 85, talk like an 85 |
On the down low, be eating pork like an 85 |
Yeah, right, back the fuck up, you ain’t my A-Alike |
Spare ya life, you be lucky, you get a fair fight |
Knowledge the God, when Allah manifests, and study ya lessons |
To keep 'em from guessing, here’s a question |