Maestro Manny one verse, time come in
Just enough time for me to hit that off
Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot
I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
First up it's the nuts up, what's up?
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
And we discussin' your demise, know it's gonna come
On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat
Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word
Like beep Han Solo man
Feel the wind blow through your hair
Peace to the squad, one-eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
Hear me on the Wop tape, ban, hit 'em
Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge
Makin' niggas move, no matter how smooth it get
6' 1", two weaving and cocked diesel
My cafi in the scab when they go flurry
His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures
So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit"
So ready yourself because it's on full scale
Anticipation, you're waitin' and waitin'
I'll have your ass sneakin' out the backdoor
To the niggas from the projects
On a mission from Cleveland, ridin' it from outta state
You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud we just twistin'
Rearrange 'em up, in other words I change 'em up
And Serge is buckin' off a shot from the mental insight
See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship
My man, Joon with the 'erb to the moon
So bring all the flunkies you roll with
Yes, Mr.Intellect and sex in the flesh
Peace to Courtland, Ave, Teepee wheelnose in
Goin' all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin'
You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin' up like you baby, see
You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid
So exit stage left 'cos you ain't on my level, leaf
You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
In my third eye, know you heard I
Eh, Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at?
So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion
If you're wack we got the right to seize
I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle
That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas
You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow
But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop
When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
After, Thanksgiving then they're eatin' pork skin
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get 'em, check it
You don't concern me, your style can't burn me
I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest
I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin'
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
"Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop
Or how rigid, niggas still get it
Original Flatbush style, and solo jam
This is X and I'm straight from the Rule
Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite
Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick
Leave you spinnin' like the washin' machine before it stop
I'll bad, bad and I'll no run
Just freestylin' in a cipher, might take the life of MCs
My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
I feel lick a shot pum, pum, push up on the one
Study math like a mathmatician
On some casual shit, even my kid could flip
Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum
Even the hard niggas will be yellin' "That's enough"
You're home alone and your mom work the double shift
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team
He's black like Ultra, know your culture
I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin'
Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow
Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion
From another dimension, did I mention
But what about my style, ooh, child, I switch 'em up
Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season
My aim is square on your backbone
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema
