{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 shits 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 fuck were ya from it's time to shoot ya lyrics kid yo flip the script, if you'll act time'll tell aww shit 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 shit 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, cuz yo skills are vital if ya enter i've seen niggas 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 shit is maaaaad real
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{verse 3 Representation, minus comfrontation keeps shit 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 fuck the bullshit, and the cypha shit is true the rhymes get spit and the 40's get tapped some niggas don't have jack, some niggas got contracts representation keep the brothas tighta peace to emcees who did time in the cypha
Chorus
yeah, keepin it live for '95, no doubt... it's cypha time, only emcees know what i'm talkin about.... yeah....
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{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 shits 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 fuck were ya from it's time to shoot ya lyrics kid yo flip the script, if you'll act time'll tell aww shit 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 shit 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, cuz yo skills are vital if ya enter i've seen niggas 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 shit is maaaaad real
Chorus
{verse 3 Representation, minus comfrontation keeps shit 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 fuck the bullshit, and the cypha shit is true the rhymes get spit and the 40's get tapped some niggas don't have jack, some niggas got contracts representation keep the brothas tighta peace to emcees who did time in the cypha
Chorus
yeah, keepin it live for '95, no doubt... it's cypha time, only emcees know what i'm talkin about.... yeah....
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