Mad Skillz - Doin' Time In The Cypha Lyrics
*Bunch of emcees talkin about a cypha*{Verse 1}I put roots on emcees who try to fade these, lyricskid please, i got the microphone diseaseand i don't joke when it's time to go to workwhack emcees play like Pee-wee Herman and get jerkedin the cypher mad skillz gets hypermore heads show up, and now the shits gettin tighterhuh, i find it hard to breathe, bass line strumminmoney is gettin hot but the lyrics keep, comin'feel like i'm trapped inside my mother's wombadrenaline's flowin, it's bound to be a battle soonpeep it, this is our secret gardenniggas'll represent and end up heads-a-noddinon the corners, whithout the micsinside the clubs, whithout the spotlightspacked and tight like we were all doin the bid***** were ya from it's time to shoot ya lyrics kidyo flip the script, if you'll act time'll tellaww shit my man lit up the Lso you go for your's, i'ma go for minerapper after rapper, rhyme after rhymehardcore punchlines and then comes the riddlesit's like gettin high when i'm standin in the middleso freestyle fanatics and ya badass writers?ya shit aint real unless it's real in the cypher, uhChorus: (x4)On the corners, brothas bobbin' headsfrom 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 yoskills are vital if ya enteri've seen niggas lose titles just for standin in the, centercan ya feel it? can ya feel the vibe?it looks like we beefin' to the people walkin bythe feeling's real and aint nobody fakeso go acapella while my man flips the tapei close my eyes