Step Into Da Cipher Lyrics - Brand Nubian

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

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, might 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 

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 

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

I'll bad, bad and I'll no run 

Original Flatbush style, and solo jam 

Like beep Han Solo man 

Yes, 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 cafi in the 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 weaving and cocked diesel 

You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin' up like you baby, see 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

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 

Feel the wind blow through 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, ban, 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 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy 

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy