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Interpret:
Mad Skillz
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| Doin Time In The Cypha
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%7B*intro conversations takes about 25 seconds*%7D
[Mad Skillz]
I put roots on MCs who try to fade these
lyrics kid please, I got the microphone disease
And I dont joke when its time to go to work
Wack MCs play like Pee Wee Herman and get jerked
In the cypha, Mad Skillz gets hyper
More heads show up, and now the shits gettin tighter
Huh, I find it hard to breathe, bassline strummin
Money its gettin hot but the lyrics keep - comin
Feel like Im trapped inside my mothers womb
Adrenalines flowin - its bound to be a battle sound
Peep it - this is our secret garden
Niggaz are representin and nuff heads are noddin
on the corners, without the mics
Inside the clubs, without the spotlight
Packed in tight like we were all doin a bid
Fuck where youre from, its time to shoot your lyrics kid
Yo flip the script if youre wack time will tell
Aww shit, my man lit up the L
So you go for yours, Ima go for mine
Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
Hardcore punchlines and then come the riddles
Its like gettin high when Im standin in the middle
So freestyle fanatics and you bad-ass writers
Your shit aint real unless its real in the cypha, uhh
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
On the corners, brothers bob their heads
From the baldies, and the natty dreads (doin time in the cypha)
On the corners, brothers bobbin heads
From the baldies, to the natty dreads (doin time in the cypha)
[Mad Skillz]
The cypha keeps it real, bring nothin but your flow
Minus the static, and some batteries for your radio, cause yo
Skills are vital if you enter
I seen niggaz lose titles just for standin in the, center
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibes?
It looks like we beefin to them people walkin, by
The feel is 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, whos next to flex? Yeah, you know the deal
Chillin in the cypha where the shit is MAD real
[Chorus]
[Mad Skillz]
Representation, minus confrontations
Keep shit funky with the funky sensations
So step up kid, cmon kid step up front
And peep out my man while hes rhymin with the blunt (true)
Some kids bring the funk, some kids bring the dissin
Some kids are just wack (right) but everybodys listenin
Yeah you gotta give respect money when respect is due
Fuck the bullshit - in the cypha, shit is true
The rhymes get spit and the 40s get tapped
Some niggaz dont have jack, some niggaz got contracts
Representation keepin brothers tighter
Peace to the MCs who did time in the cypha
[Chorus]
[Mad Skillz]
Yeah, keepin it live for ninety-five, no doubt
Its cypha time
All the MCs know what Im talkin about
Yeah, maintainin.. aight? |
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19.Oct.2001 16:10:53 |
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