BET - 2015 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2 (feat. Def Squad, Keith Murray, Redman, Erick Sermon) lyrics

I bring the rapture like Blondie
If Hip Hop is dead then what am I, a zombie?
Got me a terrorist tryna bomb me
Serm, cats follow me like Ghandi
From Zune to Itunes i'm being heard
Eric Sermon got shut down never occurred
I'm still in the limelight, still being seen
Hop out the coupe, so I still got green
I still got cream, I still got steam, i'm hot
Even if they sayin' I'm not
Y'all exist because of me
I stand out like a double D breasted lady
I'm so crazy i have a team with a
Mercedes or black drop top
The color was spot, you think not
That was seventeen years ago, dub i'm timely
Got 17 when Def Jam signed me
Go ahead rewind me, backtrack when I said
I'm from the era of Lee jeans and Pro-Keds
E-dub i'm hot like sauna
I'm the fliest MC in my genre


I'm a soigneur, word from Wallace
Lame niggas steppin' to me, get demolished
Yeah, my Def Squad is up in here
Windex flow, just makin' it clear, yup
Boy, I'm sick of you actors
Your careers 2Pac spelled backwards, Caput
Homey

Take a stab at it, inhale like asthmatic
The chiropractor, Redman, I'm back at it
Sawed-off by the bed, it's a Craftmatic
The size of a subway sandwich, ask Jared
Bigfoot givin' input
Every rhyme like Lisa Raye homey
Fuck with it, it's a good look
I'm a Lieutenant
The new school respect Redmanace
My society raised a winner
I set any bitch straight to restore order
Lift my pimp hand up like "Why, I Oughta!"
I don't tolerate the nonsense
I tell my bitch
Be easy like you straight outta Compton
South by southwest outta Austin
Tore the place down, Twitter went wild
Def jam raised they eyebrow
We independent now
You should have took care of the cash cow
Move out my way bitch, Captain courageous
Fuck you and your iPod if
I ain't in your playlist
Bravehearted, I'm Nas in '94
You can say I'm your
Favorite rapper's favorite
I'm like Henney on the floor wasted
Pump your breaks
Divorce me if you can't relate
I get brain when I text, I'm typing LOL
Chick on her knees like SMH, get it
You slow listen faster
Cause my time's a factor
And you freestylin' and I ain't asked ya
Weak link niggas, Redda think bigger
This flow hit ya chick, she cried me a river
And you Simba
Lyin' like you care 'round the iron
But, I'm a supervisor and i'm firing
Red nigga, the flow is tight
The Bricks light skinned Dolomite
Give me a like

Now you know how I do and ya know my style
I Earth you, hug ya girl console ya child
Fucked the preacher wife and ay
I posed to pull pit come on Deacon
Sit down funky I got this shit
He said he's gon' give to the world, boy
Listen how I yella
But he keep getting robbed
Cause he teasin' the ghetto
Rappers talk slick, take it back
Eat they old words, where they do that at?
How that man put you on and he locked up
And you won't give him no money for bail
That's punk faked up
I love him cause he get busy
But the new Biggie come on Diddy
There'll never be another one of that nigga
And lil' homey on the internet tell it
Shit Murray sold more drugs than Jigga
And his crack end is pathetic
Worst than the bank
Who give a butt man, no credit
Always at the safe
I got that next level shit
And styles are futuristic
Just runnin' round with Reggie
With the car weed-scented
Coming with E-Double 'cause that
Man is so relentless
Told y'all haters, we never quit
You know we meant it
Murray put words together clever, Yahtzee
I'm too cool
Auther Fonzerelle on these Potsies
Come to the party, festive yes could get busy
Rope-a dope 'em, still on my Ali
Shocker, the new squad General
Now tackle, I do fuckin' drop ya bitch off
And said to me, but that
Nigga talk the truth, ooh
Cows flies crazy, the floss still coo hool
So Murray make green like yellow with blue
He said I fell off, you never fell on
You don't like me but your girls on my songs
I can get on 'em like wick whack edible thong
That beat her on her head like bong bong
And I live on tour, I ain't got no home
You can reach me on my Obama phone
We love you Barack hilary
Clinton for President i approve this message
Peace