"In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy"

First up it's the knots up, Watts up

To the **** 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, might take the life of MCs

If you're wack we got the right to seize

Ease back like Ultra, know your culture

Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow

Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick

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

Or how rigid, **** still get it

I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures

In my third eye, know you heard I

Study math like a mathmatician

See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the GODs from the town

Of Now Rule, you ain't got the urge

Bust it down, Serge

You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud we just twisted

From another dimension, did I mention

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

****' rhymes be limited like a partial scholarship

But my style's so heavy it make me lean when I drop

Leave you spinnin' like the washing machine before it stop

Going all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate

On a mission from Cleveland, ridin' it from outta state

So ready yourself because it's on full scale

I hooks up with 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 with insight

Air tight, while we're working from cradle to gravesite

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

All bang bang and no run

Original Flatbush Don, control the jam

Like punani control a 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

Might have to stop when I go for it

You don't concern me, your style can't burn me

You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie

My steelo phat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins

After Thanksgiving dinner, eatin' pork skins

I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your mentals flexin'

Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion

6' 1-2 even, cocked diesel

Conceited, hair is curly, ain't no fuckin' activator needed

See!

"In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy"

When the corrupt stuff on my mind starts to erupt

Even the hard **** 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 even

You wanna 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 ya know I fight dirty like mud wrestling

So bring all the flunkies you roll with

So when I set it on you, they can all be like, "Oh shit!"

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

I'll have your ass sneaking out the backdoor

This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in

So watch your step and don't come out ya mouth in the wrong fashion

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 TB, check it

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

On some casual shit, 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 waiting and waiting

Peace to Courtland Ave, TB, Wheelnose and

Satan, the early bird, ayo, that's my word

My man Joon with the herb to the moon

Eh Shawn Black, ****, where ya at?

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

This is X and I'm straight from Now Rule

"In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy"