Sadat X - Step Into Da Cipher lyrics

[Lord Jamar] First up it's the knots up, what's up To the n***as 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 Ease back like Ultra, know your culture Motherf**ers don't know so they won't grow Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick Makin n***as move, no matter how smooth it get Or how rigid, n***as still get it I k** wicked motherf**ers 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 twisted From another dimension, did I mention That funky, that's the only way we know how to get n***as' rhymes be limited like a partial scholarship But my style's so heavy it make me lean when I drop Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop Going all out, have to seal these motherf**ers fate On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state So ready yourself because it's on full scale I hooks up with 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 with insight Air tight, while we're working from cradle to gravesite [Maestro Manny] I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one All bang bang and no run Original Flatbush style, control the 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 mic ??? stop when they go for it 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 skins I don't give a f** about your section, just watch your murder flexin Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion 6' 1-2 even, co*ked diesel Conceited, hair is curly, ain't no f**in up like ??? SEE!!!! *Interlude* [Snagglepuss] When the corrupt stuff on my mind starts to erupt Even the hard n***as 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 n***a fall like the season So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level even You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid His wife became a widow and his kids became ba*tards In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin' I'm the first to let'cha know I fight dirty like mud wrestling So bring all the flunkies you roll with So when I set it on you they can all be like "Oh sh**!" You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow I'll have your a** sneaking out the backdoor This is some trouble you don't wanna get your a** in So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion [Sadat X] 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 n***a" said my man Wop Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it I'm the type of n***a that'll walk down the street On some casual sh**, 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 waiting and waiting Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word My man Joon with the herb to the moon Eh Shawn Black, n***a, where ya at? No type of daydreamer or a n***a with emphysema This is X and I'm straight from the Rule