(feat. Lupe Fiasco & Papoose)





[Intro: Styles P]

BET get your recorders

You rocking with the ghost Papoose

And Lupe the skate boarder (this is crazy)

Welcome to the cipher the beginning of rap,

For record deals first I'm going to toss you the cap



[Verse 1: Papoose]

Over 100 soilders died dis month I drop info out of ahundred da majority was negros George Bush is on a roll like a round hero dey still findin human remains at ground zero dey foundem in da sewers yeah it shows aww man yo I guess dats y dey call it a man hole when we say B.E.T we ain't tryna spell bet black entertainment Papoose is da best Nacirema wait till my album drop he hop up I clap him in his hip u can call it hip-hop rappers be actin like dey tougher den dey really is so I sitem in wheelchairs like jada pinkin kids u was puttin your sneakers on da wrong feet whan Papoose was reppin for da streets man defeat u mineaswell face your defeat look patna I have u lookin at defeat like a foot docta



That's Right



[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

They say the game as the belly of a beast (Lupe)

Blunt for fingers and hallo tips for teeth

Wire taps for ears NIKE AIR for feet

Blaspheme for prayers the system full of heart

Rap music for beats heorin for the son and married to the streets

Crack pipes for lungs

And he never sleeps just spized with dice in his eyes

Love life cause he like when it dies

For baking for the soul he cough up pleasure

Clothes made out of dolar bills that he sowed together

He knows he's clever

Jealous his house all the liquor that pours out and goes right to his mouth

Rides around on a stray bullet

With prositute, pimp, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it

TV in his head

Strippers slide down his leg and he known to ride around with the Feds

He's

Out there [x4]



[Verse 3: Styles P]

[Let's go P] Don't call me ghost no more call me the phantom

Real brothers lover street brothers understand 'em

This is to the man with his hand on his Canon

Right at this moment I know we need an atonement

The Malcom is dead, The Martin is dead the guns the barber

Let me know who want to pardon there head

And I am back to the clip fill to the top

I'll grill with a bop

Poloce coming through kids still a rock

I don't give a F cause I wanna die cause I am gonna die

You to figure, don't boo who figure

Want to the play the game find out who's who figure

After you do that, find out who's true figure

Lots of brothers died over B.S, nonsense

School of Hardknocks no Parent Teacher Conference

Got to learn the rules real fast, move fast

Stand up the [? ] shortie

Cause they know that you ass



[Outro:]

[Styles P:] Yeah

[Papoose:] Yeah that's hip hop

[Styles P:]

Before there was radio, before there were videos, before there were magazines

Put the camera down this what it was

[Papoose:]

The cipher 360 degrees, the cipher

Show you cats how to rhyme man

Take that [x2]