Step Into Da Cipher - Brand Nubian

First up its the nuts up, whats up To the niggas from the projects

Prospect park in brooklyn, Im 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 youre wack we got the right to seize

Hes black like ultra, know your culture

Motherfuckers dont know so they wont 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 yall wishin you could sound like the gods from the town

Of the rule, you aint got the urge, bust it down 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, thats the only way we know how to get niggas

Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship

But my styles 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 its on full scale

I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle

Now rule, thats where we scheme and we plot

On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat

And we discussin your demise, know its gonna come

Sure as the suns 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

I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one

Original flatbush style, and solo jam

Like beep han solo man

Yes-a, mr.

intellect-and-sex in the flesh

Im rougher than the hair on your girls chest

Maestro manny one verse, time come in My?

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scab when they go flurry

You dont concern me, your style cant burn me Yous about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie

My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins

After thanksgiving then theyre eatin pork skin

I dont 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, aint no fuckin up like?

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When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt

Even the hard niggas will be yellin «thats 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 aint on my level, leaf

You wanna battle?

heres what happened to the last kid

His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards

In the rap profession, Im not the one for testin

Im the first to letcha know Im 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

Ill have your ass sneakin out the backdoor

This is some trouble you dont wanna get your ass in So watch your step and dont come outcha mouth in the wrong fashion

Feel the wind blow thru your hair

My aim is square on your backbone

Youre 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 Im the type of nigga thatll 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, youre waitin and waitin

Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo thats 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 Im straight from the rule