Step Into The Cypher

[Verse 1] Tonight there’ll be blood on the dance floor So they won’t sleep on us any damn more Trying to step up in our house And turn the party out Like they don’t know what we’re about That’s the last draw Like an artist’s final sketch on his deathbed I ain’t gotta speak a word but the message Couldn’t be any clearer When bringing the terror With the moves I deliver I’m the best yet The crew’s far from new to this Move with the fluidness of Tai Chi Kinda like a high stewardess Fly B And my style so mutinous To try me Foolishness, you’re the stupidest Likely And I’m a dance floor general The war that’s in store for y’all will be biblical Crying out Oh my God he’s invincible Far from typical always unpredictable FRESH! [Hook] Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight Refusing to kneel ‘cause you’re ready to fight Warriors UNITE ‘Cause it’s on TONIGHT Wanna see who’s nicer? Step into the cipher!

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Bboys (step Up) Bgrils (step Up) Why you sitting down right now better get up [Verse 2: Cise Starr] Cise Star in the building Hide wife and children They rapping with everybody over here killin’ Dobeson just did another song made a million Yeah I got jokes me and Stan now chilling Hardcore b-boy stance black Sicilians Diamonds in your ears cause my words stay brilliant Don’t stop cause the cypher still rolling You were the next up now you in the crowd stoic Hiding behind don’t even want to get noticed Cause you like damn these brothers just owned it Just Hannibal taking on the Romans Lyrics hit hard like the boy in the Omen Made you jump like my name was Shonen Everybody wanna get down when I’m on it Like Lauryn who’s runnin The Score Cause I’m like a young Biggie in front of the grocery store… [Hook] [Verse 3: Substantial] Yo you better bring it, no cowards over here Train real hard for the battle of the year Keep my weapons sharp and dance without a care My arsenal is raw ‘cause I gotta be prepared No kitanas, nunchucks and such Hand 2 hand combat is rough enough Keep them windmills tight for you bust your gut Fascinating movements leave you like what the F---! Buckle up, we about to run a muck In our track suits, shell toes no button up Or ties but we mean biz so put em up If action speak louder than words we shut’em up Shut’em down like Flav & Chuck, they can’t hang with us You ain’t Starrs like Cise, you can’t Stand with Sub Chill, your offense ain’t ready for Marcus’ D Still breathin’ life in the artistry, peace [Hook] [Break] Give me a sec to tighten my shoes Watch when I hit the floor and I move No one alive is stopping the groove When the beat drops and I cannot lose (x2) [Outro] Ain’t no party like a BA party ‘Cause a BA Party don’t yield Get you hella live With your hands in the sky Or switch up the vibe And CHILL