Bunch*of emcees talkin about a cypha {Verse*

1} I
put roots on emcees who try to fade these lyrics, Kid
please I, got the microphone disease And
I don't joke when it's time to go to work Whack
emcees play like Pee-wee Herman and get jerked In
the cypher mad skillz gets hyper More
heads show up and, now the s s***gettin tighter Huh
I, find it hard to breathe bass, line strummin Money
is gettin hot but the lyrics keep comin', Feel
like I'm trapped inside my mother's womb Adrenaline's
flowin it's, bound to be a battle soon Peep
it this, is our secret garden Niggas'll
represent and end up heads-a-noddin On
the corners whithout, the mics Inside
the clubs whithout, the spotlights Packed
and tight like we were all doin the bid F
k**were ya from it's time to shoot ya lyrics kid Yo
flip the script if, you'll act time'll tell Aww
s t**my man lit up the L So
you go for your's i'ma, go for mine Rapper
after rapper rhyme, after rhyme Hardcore
punchlines and then comes the riddles It's
like gettin high when I'm standin in the middle So
freestyle fanatics and ya badass writers Ya?
s t**aint real unless it's real in the cypher uh, Chorus

(x4): On
the corners brothas, bobbin' heads From
them all doin time in the cypha {verse

2} The
cypha keeps it real Bring! nothin' but ya flowin' Minus
the static and some batteries for your radio 'cause, yo Skills
are vital if ya enter I've
seen n s****lose titles just for standin in the center, Can
ya feel it Can? ya feel the vibe It?
looks like we beefin' to the people walkin by The
feeling's real and aint nobody fake So
go acapella while my man flips the tape I
close my eyes and think for a while Money
changed the beat different, heads different, styles yeah, Who's
next to flex Yeah? you know the deal Chillin
in the cypha where the s t**is maaaaad real Chorus


3} Representation
minus, comfrontation Keeps
s t**funky with the funky sensation So
step up kid come, on kid step up front And
peep out my man while he's rhymin with the blunt Some
kids bring the funk some, kids bring the dissin Some
kids are just whack but, everybody's listenin' Yeah
ya gotta give respect When, ? respect is due F
k**the bullshit and, the cypha s t**is true The
rhymes get spit and the 40's get tapped Some
n s****don't have jack some, n s****got contracts Representation
keep the brothas tighta Peace
to emcees who did time in the cypha Chorus


keepin, it live for '95 no, doubt It's... cypha time only, emcees know What
I'm talkin about Yeah....
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