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[intro conversations takes about 25 seconds] [Mad Skillz] 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 secret garden Niggaz are representin 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'ma 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 Letras de cancionesYour shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypha, uhh [Chorus: x2] 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) [Mad Skillz] 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Mad Skillz] 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 niggaz don't have jack, some niggaz got contracts Representation keepin brothers tighter Peace to the MC's who did time in the cypha [Chorus] [Mad Skillz] 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? From Letras Mania