Step Into Da Cipher Lyrics
| Song | Step Into Da Cipher |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | Everything Is Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dechalus, Murphy | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Dechalus, Murphy | |
| 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 | |
| Yesa, mr. intellectandsex 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, oneeighth, 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 |
| zuò cí : Dechalus, Murphy | |
| 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 | |
| Yesa, mr. intellectandsex 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, oneeighth, 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 |
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