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