*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 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....