[{"id":9320575,"name":"Step Into da Cipher","trackName":"Step Into da Cipher","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Everything Is Everything","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(lord jamar)\nFirst up it's the nuts up, what's up\nTo the niggas from the projects\nProspect park in brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene\nCommitted by the brothers on this rhyme team\nJust freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcs\nIf you're wack we got the right to seize\nHe's black like ultra, know your culture\nMotherf**kers don't know so they won't grow\nLord jamar show and prove the rules I kick\nMakin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get\nOr how rigid, niggas still get it\nI kill wicked motherf**kers with the rhymes that I structures\nIn my third eye, know you heard i\nStudy math like a mathmatician\nSee half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town\nOf the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge\n\n(serge)\nYou know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin\nFrom another dimension, did I mention\nThat funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas\nRhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship\nBut my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop\nLeave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop\nGoin all out, have to seal these motherf**kers fate\nOn a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state\nSo ready yourself because it's on full scale\nI heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle\nNow rule, that's where we scheme and we plot\nOn the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat\nAnd we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come\nSure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum\nAnd serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight\nAir tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite\n\n(maestro manny)\nI feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one\n*? i'll bad bad and I'll run? *\nOriginal flatbush style, and solo jam\nLike beep han solo man\nYes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the flesh\nI'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest\nMaestro manny one, time come in\nMy?????? scab when they go flurry\nYou don't concern me, your style can't burn me\nYou's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie\n\nMy steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins\nAfter thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin\nI don't give a f**k about your section, just watch your murder flexin\nStep correct to the brother with the dark complexion\n6' 1\", two weaves and cocked diesel\nYou can see that hair is curly, ain't no f**kin up like???\nSee!!!!\n\n*interlude*\n\n(snagglepuss)\nWhen the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt\nEven the hard niggas will be yellin \"that's enough\"\nBut what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up\nRearrange em up, in other words I change em up\nSnagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season\nSo exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf\nYou wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid\nHis wife became a widow and his kids became bastards\nIn the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin\nI'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin\nSo bring all the flunkies you roll with\nSo when I set it on your ache, you all be like \"oh shit!\"\nYou want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow\nI'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor\nThis is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in\nSo watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion\n\n(sadat x)\nFeel the wind blow thru your hair\nMy aim is square on your backbone\nYou're home alone and your mom work the double shift\nJust enough time for me to hit that off\n\"bounce on a nigga\" said my man wop\nPeace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it\nI'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street\nOn some casual shit, even my kid could flip\nHear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em\nHear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it\nAnticipation, you're waitin and waitin\nPeace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in\nSatan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word\nMy man joon with the 'erb to the moon\nEh shawn black, nigga, where ya at?\nNo type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema\nThis is x and I'm straight from the rule","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Into da Cipher\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Everything Is Everything\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (lord jamar)\n  First up it's the nuts up, what's up\n  To the niggas from the projects\n  Prospect park in brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene\n  Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team\n  Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcs\n  If you're wack we got the right to seize\n  He's black like ultra, know your culture\n  Motherf**kers don't know so they won't grow\n  Lord jamar show and prove the rules I kick\n  Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get\n  Or how rigid, niggas still get it\n  I kill wicked motherf**kers with the rhymes that I structures\n  In my third eye, know you heard i\n  Study math like a mathmatician\n  See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town\n  Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge\n\n  (serge)\n  You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin\n  From another dimension, did I mention\n  That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas\n  Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship\n  But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop\n  Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop\n  Goin all out, have to seal these motherf**kers fate\n  On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state\n  So ready yourself because it's on full scale\n  I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle\n  Now rule, that's where we scheme and we plot\n  On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat\n  And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come\n  Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum\n  And serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight\n  Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite\n\n  (maestro manny)\n  I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one\n  *? i'll bad bad and I'll run? *\n  Original flatbush style, and solo jam\n  Like beep han solo man\n  Yes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the flesh\n  I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest\n  Maestro manny one, time come in\n  My?????? scab when they go flurry\n  You don't concern me, your style can't burn me\n  You's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie\n\n  My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins\n  After thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin\n  I don't give a f**k about your section, just watch your murder flexin\n  Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion\n  6' 1\", two weaves and cocked diesel\n  You can see that hair is curly, ain't no f**kin up like???\n  See!!!!\n\n  *interlude*\n\n  (snagglepuss)\n  When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt\n  Even the hard niggas will be yellin \"that's enough\"\n  But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up\n  Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up\n  Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season\n  So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf\n  You wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid\n  His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards\n  In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin\n  I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin\n  So bring all the flunkies you roll with\n  So when I set it on your ache, you all be like \"oh shit!\"\n  You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow\n  I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor\n  This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in\n  So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion\n\n  (sadat x)\n  Feel the wind blow thru your hair\n  My aim is square on your backbone\n  You're home alone and your mom work the double shift\n  Just enough time for me to hit that off\n  \"bounce on a nigga\" said my man wop\n  Peace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it\n  I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street\n  On some casual shit, even my kid could flip\n  Hear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em\n  Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it\n  Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin\n  Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in\n  Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word\n  My man joon with the 'erb to the moon\n  Eh shawn black, nigga, where ya at?\n  No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema\n  This is x and I'm straight from the rule\n"},{"id":22455772,"name":"Step Into Da Cipher (Explicit LP Version)","trackName":"Step Into Da Cipher (Explicit LP Version)","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Everything Is Everything","duration":314.749388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(lord jamar)\nFirst up it's the nuts up, what's up\nTo the niggas from the projects\nProspect park in brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene\nCommitted by the brothers on this rhyme team\nJust freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcs\nIf you're wack we got the right to seize\nHe's black like ultra, know your culture\nMotherf**kers don't know so they won't grow\nLord jamar show and prove the rules I kick\nMakin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get\nOr how rigid, niggas still get it\nI kill wicked motherf**kers with the rhymes that I structures\nIn my third eye, know you heard i\nStudy math like a mathmatician\nSee half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town\nOf the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge\n\n(serge)\nYou know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin\nFrom another dimension, did I mention\nThat funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas\nRhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship\nBut my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop\nLeave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop\nGoin all out, have to seal these motherf**kers fate\nOn a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state\nSo ready yourself because it's on full scale\nI heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle\nNow rule, that's where we scheme and we plot\nOn the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat\nAnd we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come\nSure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum\nAnd serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight\nAir tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite\n\n(maestro manny)\nI feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one\n*? i'll bad bad and I'll run? *\nOriginal flatbush style, and solo jam\nLike beep han solo man\nYes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the flesh\nI'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest\nMaestro manny one, time come in\nMy?????? scab when they go flurry\nYou don't concern me, your style can't burn me\nYou's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie\n\nMy steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins\nAfter thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin\nI don't give a f**k about your section, just watch your murder flexin\nStep correct to the brother with the dark complexion\n6' 1\", two weaves and cocked diesel\nYou can see that hair is curly, ain't no f**kin up like???\nSee!!!!\n\n*interlude*\n\n(snagglepuss)\nWhen the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt\nEven the hard niggas will be yellin \"that's enough\"\nBut what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up\nRearrange em up, in other words I change em up\nSnagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season\nSo exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf\nYou wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid\nHis wife became a widow and his kids became bastards\nIn the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin\nI'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin\nSo bring all the flunkies you roll with\nSo when I set it on your ache, you all be like \"oh shit!\"\nYou want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow\nI'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor\nThis is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in\nSo watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion\n\n(sadat x)\nFeel the wind blow thru your hair\nMy aim is square on your backbone\nYou're home alone and your mom work the double shift\nJust enough time for me to hit that off\n\"bounce on a nigga\" said my man wop\nPeace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it\nI'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street\nOn some casual shit, even my kid could flip\nHear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em\nHear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it\nAnticipation, you're waitin and waitin\nPeace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in\nSatan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word\nMy man joon with the 'erb to the moon\nEh shawn black, nigga, where ya at?\nNo type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema\nThis is x and I'm straight from the rule","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Into Da Cipher (Explicit LP Version)\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Everything Is Everything\n  duration_ms: 314749\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (lord jamar)\n  First up it's the nuts up, what's up\n  To the niggas from the projects\n  Prospect park in brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene\n  Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team\n  Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcs\n  If you're wack we got the right to seize\n  He's black like ultra, know your culture\n  Motherf**kers don't know so they won't grow\n  Lord jamar show and prove the rules I kick\n  Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get\n  Or how rigid, niggas still get it\n  I kill wicked motherf**kers with the rhymes that I structures\n  In my third eye, know you heard i\n  Study math like a mathmatician\n  See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town\n  Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge\n\n  (serge)\n  You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin\n  From another dimension, did I mention\n  That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas\n  Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship\n  But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop\n  Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop\n  Goin all out, have to seal these motherf**kers fate\n  On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state\n  So ready yourself because it's on full scale\n  I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle\n  Now rule, that's where we scheme and we plot\n  On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat\n  And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come\n  Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum\n  And serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight\n  Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite\n\n  (maestro manny)\n  I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one\n  *? i'll bad bad and I'll run? *\n  Original flatbush style, and solo jam\n  Like beep han solo man\n  Yes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the flesh\n  I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest\n  Maestro manny one, time come in\n  My?????? scab when they go flurry\n  You don't concern me, your style can't burn me\n  You's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie\n\n  My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins\n  After thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin\n  I don't give a f**k about your section, just watch your murder flexin\n  Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion\n  6' 1\", two weaves and cocked diesel\n  You can see that hair is curly, ain't no f**kin up like???\n  See!!!!\n\n  *interlude*\n\n  (snagglepuss)\n  When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt\n  Even the hard niggas will be yellin \"that's enough\"\n  But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up\n  Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up\n  Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season\n  So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf\n  You wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid\n  His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards\n  In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin\n  I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin\n  So bring all the flunkies you roll with\n  So when I set it on your ache, you all be like \"oh shit!\"\n  You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow\n  I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor\n  This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in\n  So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion\n\n  (sadat x)\n  Feel the wind blow thru your hair\n  My aim is square on your backbone\n  You're home alone and your mom work the double shift\n  Just enough time for me to hit that off\n  \"bounce on a nigga\" said my man wop\n  Peace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it\n  I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street\n  On some casual shit, even my kid could flip\n  Hear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em\n  Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it\n  Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin\n  Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in\n  Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word\n  My man joon with the 'erb to the moon\n  Eh shawn black, nigga, where ya at?\n  No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema\n  This is x and I'm straight from the rule\n"},{"id":12005958,"name":"Step Into Da Cipher (Feat. Serge, Maestro Manny & Snagglepuss)","trackName":"Step Into Da Cipher (Feat. 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Serge, Maestro Manny & Snagglepuss)\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Everything Is Everything\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (lord jamar)\n  First up it's the nuts up, what's up\n  To the niggas from the projects\n  Prospect park in brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene\n  Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team\n  Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of mcs\n  If you're wack we got the right to seize\n  He's black like ultra, know your culture\n  Motherf**kers don't know so they won't grow\n  Lord jamar show and prove the rules I kick\n  Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get\n  Or how rigid, niggas still get it\n  I kill wicked motherf**kers with the rhymes that I structures\n  In my third eye, know you heard i\n  Study math like a mathmatician\n  See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town\n  Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge\n\n  (serge)\n  You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin\n  From another dimension, did I mention\n  That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas\n  Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship\n  But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop\n  Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop\n  Goin all out, have to seal these motherf**kers fate\n  On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state\n  So ready yourself because it's on full scale\n  I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle\n  Now rule, that's where we scheme and we plot\n  On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat\n  And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come\n  Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum\n  And serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight\n  Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite\n\n  (maestro manny)\n  I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one\n  *? i'll bad bad and I'll run? *\n  Original flatbush style, and solo jam\n  Like beep han solo man\n  Yes-a, mr.intellect-and-sex in the flesh\n  I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest\n  Maestro manny one, time come in\n  My?????? scab when they go flurry\n  You don't concern me, your style can't burn me\n  You's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie\n\n  My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins\n  After thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin\n  I don't give a f**k about your section, just watch your murder flexin\n  Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion\n  6' 1\", two weaves and cocked diesel\n  You can see that hair is curly, ain't no f**kin up like???\n  See!!!!\n\n  *interlude*\n\n  (snagglepuss)\n  When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt\n  Even the hard niggas will be yellin \"that's enough\"\n  But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up\n  Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up\n  Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season\n  So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf\n  You wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid\n  His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards\n  In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin\n  I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin\n  So bring all the flunkies you roll with\n  So when I set it on your ache, you all be like \"oh shit!\"\n  You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow\n  I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor\n  This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in\n  So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion\n\n  (sadat x)\n  Feel the wind blow thru your hair\n  My aim is square on your backbone\n  You're home alone and your mom work the double shift\n  Just enough time for me to hit that off\n  \"bounce on a nigga\" said my man wop\n  Peace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it\n  I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street\n  On some casual shit, even my kid could flip\n  Hear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em\n  Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it\n  Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin\n  Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in\n  Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word\n  My man joon with the 'erb to the moon\n  Eh shawn black, nigga, where ya at?\n  No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema\n  This is x and I'm straight from the rule\n"},{"id":14136883,"name":"Face It Boy, It's Over (Ed O.G. & Da Bulldogs - Love Comes and Goes, Pete Rock & C.L. 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