(feat. Lupe Fiasco & Papoose)
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[Intro: Styles P]
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BET get your recorders
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You rocking with the ghost Papoose
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And Lupe the skate boarder (this is crazy)
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Welcome to the cipher the beginning of rap,
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For record deals first I'm going to toss you the cap
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[Verse 1: Papoose]
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Over 100 soilders died dis month I drop info out of ahundred da majority was negros George Bush is on a roll like a round hero dey still findin human remains at ground zero dey foundem in da sewers yeah it shows aww man yo I guess dats y dey call it a man hole when we say B.E.T we ain't tryna spell bet black entertainment Papoose is da best Nacirema wait till my album drop he hop up I clap him in his hip u can call it hip-hop rappers be actin like dey tougher den dey really is so I sitem in wheelchairs like jada pinkin kids u was puttin your sneakers on da wrong feet whan Papoose was reppin for da streets man defeat u mineaswell face your defeat look patna I have u lookin at defeat like a foot docta
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That's Right
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[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
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They say the game as the belly of a beast (Lupe)
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Blunt for fingers and hallo tips for teeth
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Wire taps for ears NIKE AIR for feet
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Blaspheme for prayers the system full of heart
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Rap music for beats heorin for the son and married to the streets
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Crack pipes for lungs
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And he never sleeps just spized with dice in his eyes
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Love life cause he like when it dies
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For baking for the soul he cough up pleasure
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Clothes made out of dolar bills that he sowed together
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He knows he's clever
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Jealous his house all the liquor that pours out and goes right to his mouth
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Rides around on a stray bullet
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With prositute, pimp, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it
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TV in his head
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Strippers slide down his leg and he known to ride around with the Feds
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He's
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Out there [x4]
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[Verse 3: Styles P]
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[Let's go P] Don't call me ghost no more call me the phantom
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Real brothers lover street brothers understand 'em
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This is to the man with his hand on his Canon
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Right at this moment I know we need an atonement
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The Malcom is dead, The Martin is dead the guns the barber
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Let me know who want to pardon there head
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And I am back to the clip fill to the top
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I'll grill with a bop
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Poloce coming through kids still a rock
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I don't give a F cause I wanna die cause I am gonna die
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You to figure, don't boo who figure
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Want to the play the game find out who's who figure
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After you do that, find out who's true figure
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Lots of brothers died over B.S, nonsense
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School of Hardknocks no Parent Teacher Conference
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Got to learn the rules real fast, move fast
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Stand up the [? ] shortie
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Cause they know that you ass
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[Outro:]
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[Styles P:] Yeah
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[Papoose:] Yeah that's hip hop
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[Styles P:]
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Before there was radio, before there were videos, before there were magazines
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Put the camera down this what it was
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[Papoose:]
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The cipher 360 degrees, the cipher
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Show you cats how to rhyme man
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Take that [x2]
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The Cipher
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Styles P |