Soprano, Lecrae, Estelle, BET, Nitty Scott - 2011 BET Hip Hop Awards - International Flow Cypher lyrics
Soprano [Sopra M'baba] Marseille, France 🇫🇷
[Soprano, Lecrae, Estelle, BET, Nitty Scott - 2011 BET Hip Hop Awards - International Flow Cypher lyrics]
This right here we call
Over old school beats like it's the new new
You like my hair, right? Said
It's that new 'do
Nitty Scott MC come and kill it, dude, do it
Do it
Nitty came to spit it and
Kick it like Kung Fu
See, I could off your whole
Catalog with a one-two
Pop dumb lyrical puns with a fun crew
Better step your rhyme up when I come through
Droppin' bombs like Saddam who's
Sane? Not me the way I lose my noggin
In hollin' the melody
The people say Church to the ONE
So you lookin' like Satan to a God MC
I'm tired of these rap shenanigans
I wanna be a fan again
Don't nobody want another mannequin
My bars got casualties, I catch 'em casually
Word-vomit on the mic
Don't touch it after me
B, 'cause that would be unsanitary
Oh snap, it's the real life rap Halle Berry
I think I'm better now, I think I'm Coretta
Get a Circa 9-0, Nitty Scott in the Center
Uh
You probably watchin' like "Man, I
Never heard of him, i'll murder him
The nerve of him rockin' with Pr Premier
That's so absurd of him"
Wait until he spit a couple verbs and 'em
If you really wanna hate, wait, he
Got the word with him, i heard him holla
Jesus the notorious, no
The most glorious, homie, so laborious
Boring us with these choruses
Horrible at it's core, it's just
Killin' us, call the coroner
Unimpressive ain't floorin' us
Hey, this what happen when hip-hop
Let the saints in tailored to snatch the mic
Swiftly like Ye did
But them awards can't follow
You to the grave
You livin' for them whips and
Chains? Then you a slave
Uh, prayer don't stop time, it kills hours
They lookin' for a savior
But we killed ours
Still he rose like Derrick, no bull
You wanna meet the Lord? Come holla
I got pull
One minute, gimme a minute
Right before my flow starts
I wanted to say to my friends from Marseille
That from now on, sky's the limit
I check the beat
Unfurl my lyrics with my flow
And loads of gimmicks
Call me Christopher, and today
I came to conquer America
Don't panic, I'm no terrorist
Except when this is about
Releasing killer verse like bomb atomic
As cold a rap as Alaska, master
I'm high like a Rasta
Insane as old dirty bastard
Brutish in bed like DSK
Gimme a moment sista, let me print my style
In the States with a sturdy flow
The stars end up at the E r
Statistics will show I'm unbelievable
Like Nicki's butt
I'm your boss from elsewhere
Find yourself a job
Elsewhere, you stain my neat suit
The one from psycatra
I'm a boss nigga hun hallelujah!
You see, I'm not from here like ET
My name is Soprano, a french guy on BET
So can I rap? I'm looking at this clock and
This clock's steady tickin'
Tryna find the words but
The word's gone missin'
Whatcha talkin' bout when
The world's inconsistent?
Cause everyone's shifting, yeah
Everyone's shifting
I came to America, my shoes and my dream
My deal in my pocket or that's how it seemed
I lived in the hood so I wasn't going back
You see, i did all of that so
Then my struggle's in tact
I've been shared a room with
Some rats and some bees
I've been one pair of shoes
Where my toes would freeze
You see it doesn't matter if
I ain't from here
The same shit, different currency, be clear
But here's the real real though
We're all young and getting up
Trying to be better than that
Bullshit they been givin' us
Got to be better than, have to be better than
90% of the bullshit they be selling us
It's hunger got one Grammy
Need like 10 more for me to really act shabby
So I'mma say it loud
And I'mma say it proud
Make ya say my name, say my name out loud
Elle!
Over old school beats like it's the new new
You like my hair, right? Said
It's that new 'do
Nitty Scott MC come and kill it, dude, do it
Do it
Nitty came to spit it and
Kick it like Kung Fu
See, I could off your whole
Catalog with a one-two
Pop dumb lyrical puns with a fun crew
Better step your rhyme up when I come through
Droppin' bombs like Saddam who's
Sane? Not me the way I lose my noggin
In hollin' the melody
The people say Church to the ONE
So you lookin' like Satan to a God MC
I'm tired of these rap shenanigans
I wanna be a fan again
Don't nobody want another mannequin
My bars got casualties, I catch 'em casually
Word-vomit on the mic
Don't touch it after me
B, 'cause that would be unsanitary
Oh snap, it's the real life rap Halle Berry
I think I'm better now, I think I'm Coretta
Get a Circa 9-0, Nitty Scott in the Center
Uh
You probably watchin' like "Man, I
Never heard of him, i'll murder him
The nerve of him rockin' with Pr Premier
That's so absurd of him"
Wait until he spit a couple verbs and 'em
If you really wanna hate, wait, he
Got the word with him, i heard him holla
Jesus the notorious, no
The most glorious, homie, so laborious
Boring us with these choruses
Horrible at it's core, it's just
Killin' us, call the coroner
Unimpressive ain't floorin' us
Hey, this what happen when hip-hop
Let the saints in tailored to snatch the mic
Swiftly like Ye did
But them awards can't follow
You to the grave
You livin' for them whips and
Chains? Then you a slave
Uh, prayer don't stop time, it kills hours
They lookin' for a savior
But we killed ours
Still he rose like Derrick, no bull
You wanna meet the Lord? Come holla
I got pull
One minute, gimme a minute
Right before my flow starts
I wanted to say to my friends from Marseille
That from now on, sky's the limit
I check the beat
Unfurl my lyrics with my flow
And loads of gimmicks
Call me Christopher, and today
I came to conquer America
Don't panic, I'm no terrorist
Except when this is about
Releasing killer verse like bomb atomic
As cold a rap as Alaska, master
I'm high like a Rasta
Insane as old dirty bastard
Brutish in bed like DSK
Gimme a moment sista, let me print my style
In the States with a sturdy flow
The stars end up at the E r
Statistics will show I'm unbelievable
Like Nicki's butt
I'm your boss from elsewhere
Find yourself a job
Elsewhere, you stain my neat suit
The one from psycatra
I'm a boss nigga hun hallelujah!
You see, I'm not from here like ET
My name is Soprano, a french guy on BET
So can I rap? I'm looking at this clock and
This clock's steady tickin'
Tryna find the words but
The word's gone missin'
Whatcha talkin' bout when
The world's inconsistent?
Cause everyone's shifting, yeah
Everyone's shifting
I came to America, my shoes and my dream
My deal in my pocket or that's how it seemed
I lived in the hood so I wasn't going back
You see, i did all of that so
Then my struggle's in tact
I've been shared a room with
Some rats and some bees
I've been one pair of shoes
Where my toes would freeze
You see it doesn't matter if
I ain't from here
The same shit, different currency, be clear
But here's the real real though
We're all young and getting up
Trying to be better than that
Bullshit they been givin' us
Got to be better than, have to be better than
90% of the bullshit they be selling us
It's hunger got one Grammy
Need like 10 more for me to really act shabby
So I'mma say it loud
And I'mma say it proud
Make ya say my name, say my name out loud
Elle!