Da Cypha (feat. Supreme C, Marie Antoinette & Hope)

Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
 The Clef is back with some adjustments
 Refugee camp
 (Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
 Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car
 Keys they goin in the trunk
 WooWooWooWooWoo
 Fiends they don't give a uh
 (Marie Antoinette)
 And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
 You still gon be found in a ditch
 My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks
 I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it
 Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
 Chick like me be chasin after cops
 And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
 Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin
 Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
 Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
 Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
 My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
 I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness
 We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
 Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
 We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
 (Supreme C)
 Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
 Since back in the days, before he was raised
 Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
 My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
 Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
 Son by son, done by done
 Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
 I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
 I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
 Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
 Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
 Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
 It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
 Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
 My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
 And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you
 (Hope)
 I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
 A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
 Pushing figures way to the back
 Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
 Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
 I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played
 Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
 You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen
 When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water
 I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter
 But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall
 You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
 Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
 Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
 About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter
 My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes
 (Wyclef)
 October 31st I was standing by the sour
 These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought
 Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual
 I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal
 Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel
 He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel
 Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide
 Threw thecuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens
 Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence
 Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did
 I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
 My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
 Like a super in the projects wantin rent money
 Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states
 Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape
 Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no
 18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
 Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
 No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
 And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
 For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
 And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump
 Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
 Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks
 I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet
 And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
 You in Da Cypha
 Stay in the house when you hear
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 It means the murder's outside you hear
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 Where the real killers at you hear
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 Honey who chill with the gats you hear
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 Yo don't talk crap man
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 Just cuz your girl's wit you man
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 Cuz both o y'all gon go man
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 To a place where no man knows man
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 Femme fatale, Hope
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 Supreme C, kinda dope
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 Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs
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 Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp...
 WooWooWooWooWoo...