Sifer

## Song by Styles P featuring Papoose and Lupe Fiasco

"**Sifer**" is a song by Styles P, released as the 11th track from his album *Independence* (2007). It features verses from Papoose and Lupe Fiasco, and was pulled from the 2006 BET Hip Hop Awards, where the trio performed live at the first-ever 'The Cypher' segue. Fiasco performs the third verse of his song, "Pills," which details The Game from *The Cool* lore.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro: Styles P]

BET, get your recorders

You are rockin' with the Ghost, Papoose and Lupe the skateboarder

Welcome to the cypher, the beginnin' of rap

Before record deals, first I'ma toss it to Pap'

[Verse 1: Papoose]

Over one hundred soldiers died this month; I drop info

Out of a hundred, the majority was negroes

George Bush is on a roll like a round hero

They still findin' human remains at Ground Zero

They found 'em in the sewers, yeah, it shows, aw, man yo

I guess that's why they call it a manhole

When we say BET, we ain't tryna spell bet

Black Entertainment, Papoose is the best

Nacirema, wait 'til my album drop

He hop up, I clap him in his hip, you can call it hip-hop

Rappers be actin' like they tougher than they really is

So I sit 'em in wheelchairs like Jada Pinkett kids

You was puttin' your sneakers on the wrong feet

When Papoose was reppin' for the streets, magnifique

You might as well face your defeat, look, partner

I had you lookin' at defeat like a foot doctor

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Uh

They say the game has the belly of a beast

Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth

Wiretaps for ears; Nike Airs for feet

Blasphemy for prayers; the system for a heart

Rap music for beats; heroin for the son

And he's married to the streets; crack pipes for lungs

And he never sleeps, just spies with dice in his eyes

Love life, 'cause he like when it dies

With baking soda soul he cough up pleasure

Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together

He knows he's clever, jail is his house

All the liquor that pours out and goes right in his mouth

Rides around on a stray bullet with prostitutes

Pimps, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it

TV in his head, strippers slide down his legs

And he known to ride around with the Feds

He's out there, out there, out there, out there, out there, son

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Don't call me Ghost no more, call me The Phantom

Real brothers love him, street brothers understand him

This is for the man with his hand on his Cannon

Right at this moment, I know we need atonement

But Malcolm is dead, and Martin is dead

The gun is the barber, let me know who want a part in their head

And I'm back to the clip, filled the top, ill grill with a bop

Police comin' through, kids steal a rock

I don't give an F like I wanna die cause I'm gon' die

You too, figure, don't boo who, figure

Wanna play the game, find out whose who, figure

After you do that, find out whose true, figure

Lot of brothers died over BS, nonsense

School of hard-knocks, no parent teacher conference

Gotta learn the rules real fast, move fast

Stand up and mash or they know that you ass

[Outro: Styles P, *Papoose*]

Yeah, *yeah*

Before there was radio, before there were videos

Before there were magazines, point the cameras down

This what it was *the cypher*

*Three-hundred-and-sixty degrees, the cypher*

*Show y'all cats how to rhyme, man*

## References

1. ↑ "BET Hip-Hop Awards". *IMDb*. November 15, 2006.