Brand Nubian Step Into da Cipher Lyrics

Everything Is Everything Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Word Is Bond
  • 2 Straight off da Head
  • 3 Weed vs. Weaves (interlude)
  • 4 Nubian Jam
  • 5 Alladat
  • 6 Step Into da Cipher
  • 7 Sweatin’ Bullets
  • 8 Lookin’ at God (interlude)
  • 9 Lick Dem Muthaphuckas (remix)
  • 10 Another Day in the Beast (Thoughts From a Criminal)
  • 11 Claimin’ I’m a Criminal
  • 12 Gang Bang
  • 13 Down for the Real
  • 14 Return of the Dread
  • 15 What the Fuck…
  • 16 Hold On
  • featuring Serge, Maestro Manny, Snagglepuss



    [Lord Jamar]

    First up it's the nuts up, what's up

    to the *****s 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, I take the life of MCs

    If you're wack we got the right to seize

    He's black like Ultra, know your culture

    ************s don't know so they won't grow

    Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick

    Makin *****s move, no matter how smooth it get

    or how rigid, *****s still get it

    I kill wicked ************s with the rhymes that I structures

    In my third eye, know you heard I

    study math like a mathematician

    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 twistin

    from another dimension, did I mention

    that funky, that's the only way we know how to get *****s

    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 ************s 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



    [Maestro Manny]

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

    *?I'll bad bad and I'll run?*

    Original Flatbush style, and solo 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 ??? ??? 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 **** 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, ain't no ****in up like ???

    SEE!!!!



    *Interlude*



    [Snagglepuss]

    When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt

    Even the hard *****s 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 ***** fall like the season

    So exit stage left 'cause you ain't on my level, leaf

    You want to 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 ****!"

    You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow

    I'll have your *** sneakin out the backdoor

    This is some trouble you don't want to get your *** 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 *****" said my man Wop

    Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it

    I'm the type of ***** that'll walk down the street

    on some casual ****, 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 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, *****, where ya at?

    No type of daydreamer or a ***** with enphysema

    This is X and I'm straight from the Rule

    Written by: Derek Murphy, Lorenzo Dechalus
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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