Step Into The Cypher

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!

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! ("Step Up" sample cut up) Bboys (step Up)

Bgrils (step Up)

Why you sitting down right now better get up

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...

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

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

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