Bop Alloy - Step Into The Cypher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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!

(“Step Up” sample cut up)

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