Doin' Time In The Cypha Lyrics - Singles - Mad Skillz

*Bunch of emcees talkin about a cypha* 

{Verse 1} 

I put roots on emcees 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 

whack emcees play like Pee-wee Herman and get jerked 

in the cypher mad skillz gets hyper 

more heads show up, and now the shits gettin tighter 

huh, i find it hard to breathe, bass line strummin 

money is 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 soon 

peep it, this is our secret garden 

niggas'll represent and end up heads-a-noddin 

on the corners, whithout the mics 

inside the clubs, whithout the spotlights 

packed and tight like we were all doin the bid 

fuck were ya from it's time to shoot ya lyrics kid 

yo flip the script, if you'll act time'll tell 

aww shit my man lit up the L 

so you go for your's, i'ma go for mine 

rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme 

hardcore punchlines and then comes the riddles 

it's like gettin high when i'm standin in the middle 

so freestyle fanatics and ya badass writers? 

ya shit aint real unless it's real in the cypher, uh 

Chorus: (x4) 

On the corners, brothas bobbin' heads 

from 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, 'cause yo 

skills are vital if ya enter 

i've seen niggas lose titles just for standin in the, center 

can ya feel it? can ya feel the vibe? 

it looks like we beefin' to the people walkin by 

the feeling's real and aint 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 maaaaad real 

Chorus 

{verse 3} 

Representation, minus comfrontation 

keeps shit funky with the funky sensation 

so step up kid, come on kid step up front 

and peep out my man while he's rhymin with the blunt 

some kids bring the funk, some kids bring the dissin 

some kids are just whack, but everybody's listenin' 

yeah ya gotta give respect, ? when respect is due 

fuck the bullshit, and 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 keep the brothas tighta 

peace to emcees who did time in the cypha 

Chorus 

yeah, keepin it live for '95, no doubt... it's cypha time, only emcees know 

what i'm talkin about.... yeah....