Doin Time In The Cypha lyrics

*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 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
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