Текст песни Brand Nubian - Step Into Da Cipher
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[lord jamar]First up its the nuts up, whats upTo the niggas from the projectsProspect park in brooklyn, Im lookin at another crime sceneCommitted by the brothers on this rhyme teamJust freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcsIf youre wack we got the right to seizeHes black like ultra, know your cultureMotherfuckers dont know so they wont growLord jamar show and prove the rules I kickMakin niggas move, no matter how smooth it getOr how rigid, niggas still get itI kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structuresIn my third eye, know you heard iStudy math like a mathmaticianSee half of yall wishin you could sound like the gods from the townOf the rule, you aint got the urge, bust it down serge[serge]You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistinFrom another dimension, did I mentionThat funky, thats the only way we know how to get niggasRhymes belimminent like a partial scholarshipBut my styles so heavy it make you lean when I dropLeave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stopGoin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fateOn a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta stateSo ready yourself because its on full scaleI heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelleNow rule, thats where we scheme and we plotOn the late night, blunted in the basement with sadatAnd we discussin your demise, know its gonna comeSure as the suns gonna rise, send me the drumAnd serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insightAir tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite[maestro manny]I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one*? ill bad bad and Ill run? *Original flatbush style, and solo jamLike beep han solo manYes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the fleshIm rougher than the hair on your girls chestMaestro manny one verse, time come inMy ? ? ? ? ? ? scab when they go flurryYou dont concern me, your style cant burn meYous about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernieMy steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twinsAfter thanksgiving then theyre eatin pork skinI dont give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexinStep correct to the brother with the dark complexion6 1", two weaves and cocked dieselYou can see that hair is curly, aint no fuckin up like ? ? ? See!!!!*interlude*[snagglepuss]When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to eruptEven the hard niggas will be yellin "thats enough"But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em upRearrange em up, in other words I change em upSnagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the seasonSo exit stage left cos you aint on my level, leafYou wanna battle? heres what happened to the last kidHis wife became a widow and his kids became bastardsIn the rap profession, Im not the one for testinIm the first to letcha know Im way dirty like mudwrestlinSo bring all the flunkies you roll withSo when I set it on your ache, you all be like "oh shit!"You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flowIll have your ass sneakin out the backdoorThis is some trouble you dont wanna get your ass inSo watch your step and dont come outcha mouth in the wrong fashion[sadat x]Feel the wind blow thru your hairMy aim is square on your backboneYoure home alone and your mom work the double shiftJust enough time for me to hit that off"bounce on a nigga" said my man wopPeace to the squad, one-eighth, fo and teepee, check itIm the type of nigga thatll walk down the streetOn some casual shit, even my kid could flipHear me on the wop tape bam!! hit emHear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check itAnticipation, youre waitin and waitinPeace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose inSatan, the early bird, aiyo thats my wordMy man joon with the erb to the moonEh shawn black, nigga, where ya at? No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysemaThis is x and Im straight from the rule