[Intro: Styles P]   BET get your recorders   You rocking with the ghost Papoose   And Lupe the skate boarder (this is crazy)   Welcome to the cipher the beginning of rap,   For record deals first I'm going to toss you the cap      [Verse 1: PAPOOSE]   Over a hundred soldiers died this month I drop info.   Out of a hundred the majority was negros (Papoose)   George Bush is on a role like a grand hero   They still finding human remains at ground zero   They found it in the sewer, yeah it show aww man YO   I guess that they call it a man hole   When we say BET we ain't trying to spell bet   Black Entertainment Papoose is the best   Nacirema wait till my album to drop   You hop up I clap him in his hip you can call it hip hop   Rapper be acting like tougher then they really is   So I seat them in wheel chair Jada Pinkett kids   You was putting your sneaker on the wrong feet   When Papoose reaping for the streets man the feet   You might as well face your defeat   Look partner I had looking at the feet like a foot doctor      That's Right      [Verse 2: LUPE FIASCO]   They say the game as the belly of a beast (Lupe)   Blunt for fingers and hallo tips for teeth   Wire taps for ears NIKE AIR for feet   Blaspheme for prayers the system full of heart   Rap music for beats heorin for the son and married to the streets   Crack pipes for lungs   And he never sleeps just spized with dice in his eyes   Love life cause he like when it dies   For baking for the soul he cough up pleasure   Clothes made out of dolar bills that he sowed together   He knows he's clever   Jealous his house all the liquor that pours out and goes right to his mouth   Rides around on a stray bullet   With prositute, pimp, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it   TV in his head   Strippers slide down his leg and he known to ride around with the Feds   He's   Out there [x4]      [Verse 3: STYLES P]   [Let's go P] Don't call me ghost no more call me the phantom   Real brothers lover street brothers understand 'em   This is to the man with his hand on his Canon   Right at this moment I know we need an atonement   The Malcom is dead, The Martin is dead the guns the barber   Let me know who want to pardon there head   And I am back to the clip fill to the top   I'll grill with a bop   Poloce coming through kids still a rock   I don't give a F cause I wanna die cause I am gonna die   You to figure, don't boo who figure   Want to the play the game find out who's who figure   After you do that, find out who's true figure   Lots of brothers died over B.S, nonsense   School of Hardknocks no Parent Teacher Conference   Got to learn the rules real fast, move fast   Stand up the [? ] shortie   Cause they know that you ass      [Outro:]   [Styles P:] Yeah   [Papoose:] Yeah that's hip hop   [Styles P:]   Before there was radio, before there were videos, before there were magazines   Put the camera down this what it was   [Papoose:]   The cipher 360 degrees, the cipher   Show you cats how to rhyme man   Take that [x2]