Brand Nubian - Step Into Da Cipher lyrics

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[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

Motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 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, ain't no fuckin 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