Skillz - Doin' Time In Da Cypha (Clean Version) lyrics
[Skillz - Doin' Time In Da Cypha Clean Version lyrics]
I put roots on MC's 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
Wack MC's play like Pee Wee
Herman and get jerked
In the cypha, Mad Skillz gets hyper
More heads show up
And now the shit's gettin tighter
Huh, I find it hard to breathe
Bassline strummin
Money it's 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 sound
Peep it - this is our sеcret garden
Niggas are rеpresentin and nuff
Heads are noddin
On the corners, without the mics
Inside the clubs, without the spotlight
Packed in tight like we were all doin a bid
Fuck where you're from
It's time to shoot your lyrics kid
Yo flip the script if you're
Wack time will tell
Aww shit, my man lit up the L
So you go for yours, I'mma go for mine
Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
Hardcore punchlines and then come the riddles
It's like gettin high when I'm
Standin in the middle
So freestyle fanatics and you bad-ass writers
Your shit ain't real unless it's
Real in the cypha, uhh
On the corners, brothers bob their heads
From the baldies, and the natty dreads
(doin time in the cypha)
On the corners, brothers bobbin heads
From the baldies, to the natty dreads
(doin time in the cypha)
The cypha keeps it real
Bring nothin but your flow
Minus the static, and some
Batteries for your radio, cause yo
Skills are vital if you enter
I seen niggas lose titles just
For standin in the, center
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibes?
It looks like we beefin
To them people walkin, by
The feel is real and ain't 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 MAD real
Representation, minus confrontations
Keep shit funky with the funky sensations
So step up kid, c'mon kid step up front
And peep out my man while
He's rhymin with the blunt (true)
Some kids bring the funk
Some kids bring the dissin
Some kids are just wack
(right) but everybody's listenin
Yeah you gotta give respect money
When respect is due
Fuck the bullshit - in 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 keepin brothers tighter
Peace to the MC's who did time in the cypha
Yeah, keepin it live for ninety-five
No doubt it's cypha time
All the MC's know what I'm talkin about
Yeah, maintainin aight?
Lyrics kid please
I got the microphone disease
And I don't joke when it's time to go to work
Wack MC's play like Pee Wee
Herman and get jerked
In the cypha, Mad Skillz gets hyper
More heads show up
And now the shit's gettin tighter
Huh, I find it hard to breathe
Bassline strummin
Money it's 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 sound
Peep it - this is our sеcret garden
Niggas are rеpresentin and nuff
Heads are noddin
On the corners, without the mics
Inside the clubs, without the spotlight
Packed in tight like we were all doin a bid
Fuck where you're from
It's time to shoot your lyrics kid
Yo flip the script if you're
Wack time will tell
Aww shit, my man lit up the L
So you go for yours, I'mma go for mine
Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
Hardcore punchlines and then come the riddles
It's like gettin high when I'm
Standin in the middle
So freestyle fanatics and you bad-ass writers
Your shit ain't real unless it's
Real in the cypha, uhh
On the corners, brothers bob their heads
From the baldies, and the natty dreads
(doin time in the cypha)
On the corners, brothers bobbin heads
From the baldies, to the natty dreads
(doin time in the cypha)
The cypha keeps it real
Bring nothin but your flow
Minus the static, and some
Batteries for your radio, cause yo
Skills are vital if you enter
I seen niggas lose titles just
For standin in the, center
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibes?
It looks like we beefin
To them people walkin, by
The feel is real and ain't 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 MAD real
Representation, minus confrontations
Keep shit funky with the funky sensations
So step up kid, c'mon kid step up front
And peep out my man while
He's rhymin with the blunt (true)
Some kids bring the funk
Some kids bring the dissin
Some kids are just wack
(right) but everybody's listenin
Yeah you gotta give respect money
When respect is due
Fuck the bullshit - in 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 keepin brothers tighter
Peace to the MC's who did time in the cypha
Yeah, keepin it live for ninety-five
No doubt it's cypha time
All the MC's know what I'm talkin about
Yeah, maintainin aight?