| kid please, i got the microphone disease
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| and i don’t joke when it’s time to go to work
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| whack emcees play like Pee-wee Herman and get jerked
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| in the cypher mad skillz gets hyper
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| more heads show up, and now the shits gettin tighter
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| huh, i find it hard to breathe, bass line strummin
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| money is gettin hot but the lyrics keep, comin'
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| feel like i’m trapped inside my mother’s womb
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| adrenaline’s flowin, it’s bound to be a battle soon
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| peep it, this is our secret garden
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| niggas’ll represent and end up heads-a-noddin
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| on the corners, whithout the mics
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| inside the clubs, whithout the spotlights
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| packed and tight like we were all doin the bid
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| fuck were ya from it’s time to shoot ya lyrics kid
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| yo flip the script, if you’ll act time’ll tell
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| aww shit my man lit up the L
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| so you go for your’s, i’ma go for mine
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| rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
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| hardcore punchlines and then comes the riddles
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| it’s like gettin high when i’m standin in the middle
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| so freestyle fanatics and ya badass writers?
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| ya shit aint real unless it’s real in the cypher, uh
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| On the corners, brothas bobbin' heads
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| from them all doin time in the cypha
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| The cypha keeps it real! |
| bring nothin' but ya flowin'
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| minus the static and some batteries for your radio, cuz yo
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| skills are vital if ya enter
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| i’ve seen niggas lose titles just for standin in the, center
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| can ya feel it? |
| can ya feel the vibe?
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| it looks like we beefin' to the people walkin by
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| the feeling’s real and aint nobody fake
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| so go acapella while my man flips the tape
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| i close my eyes and think for a while
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| money changed the beat, different heads, different styles, yeah
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| who’s next to flex? |
| yeah you know the deal
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| chillin in the cypha where the shit is maaaaad real
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| Representation, minus comfrontation
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| keeps shit funky with the funky sensation
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| so step up kid, come on kid step up front
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| and peep out my man while he’s rhymin with the blunt
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| some kids bring the funk, some kids bring the dissin
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| some kids are just whack, but everybody’s listenin'
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| yeah ya gotta give respect,? |
| when respect is due
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| fuck the bullshit, and the cypha shit is true
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| the rhymes get spit and the 40's get tapped
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| some niggas don’t have jack, some niggas got contracts
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| representation keep the brothas tighta
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| peace to emcees who did time in the cypha
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| yeah, keepin it live for '95, no doubt… it’s cypha time, only emcees know
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| what i’m talkin about… yeah… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doin' Time In The Cypha , by - Mad Skillz. Song from the album From Where???, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп