LUPE FIASCO, PAPOOSE, STYLES P - The Cipher lyrics
rate meBET get your recorders
You rocking with the ghost Papoose
And Lupe the skate boarder (this is crazy)
Welcome to the cipher the beginning of rap,
For record deals first I'm going to toss it to pap
Over a hundred soldiers died this month I drop info.
Out of a hundred the majority was negros (Papoose)
George Bush is on a role like a grand hero
They still finding human remains at ground zero
They found it in the sewer, yeah it show aww man YO
I guess that they call it a man hole
When we say BET we ain't trying to spell bet
Black Entertainment Papoose is the best
Nacirema wait till my album to drop
You hop up I clap him in his hip you can call it hip hop
Rapper be acting like tougher then they really is
So I seat them in wheel chair Jada Pinkett kids
You was putting your sneaker on the wrong feet
When Papoose reaping for the streets man the feet
You might as well face your defeat
Look partner I had looking at the feet like a foot doctor
They say The Game has the belly of a beast
Blunts for fingers and halo tips for teeth
Wiretaps for ears, Nike Air's for feet
Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart
Rap music for beats
Heroine for a son and is married to The Streets
Crack pipes for lungs
And he never sleeps
Just spies with dice in his eyes
Loves life cause he likes when it dies
With a baking soda soul,
He cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together
He knows, he's clever
Jealous is house, all the liquor that's poured out goes right in his mouth
Rides around on a stray bullet
With prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it
TV in his head
Strippers slide down his legs
And he's known to ride around with the feds
He's out there...
don't call me the ghost no more call me the phantom,
Real brothers lover street brothers understand 'em
This is to the man with his hand on his Canon
Right at this moment I know we need an atonement
The Malcom is dead, The Martin is dead the guns the barber
Let me know who want a part in their head
And I am back to the clip fill to the top
I'll grill with a bop
Police coming through kids still a rock
I don't give a F cause I wanna die cause I am gonna die
You to *igga, don't boo who *igga
Want to the play the game find out who's who *igga
After you do that, find out who's true *igga
Lots of brothers died over B.S, nonsense
School of Hardknocks no Parent Teacher Conference
Got to learn the rules real fast, move fast
Stand up the mash
Cause they know that you ass
Before there was radio, before there were videos, before there were magazines
Point the camera down this what it was
The cipher 360 degrees, the cipher
Show you cats how to rhyme man
Take that
Thanks to edwin delgado for these lyrics
