BET, Mac Miller, Schoolboy Q, Hopsin, Jaybird the Purdy Boi - 2012 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2 lyrics

[BET, Mac Miller, Schoolboy Q, Hopsin, Jaybird the Purdy Boi - 2012 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2 lyrics]

Never thought I'd be rappin' on the cypher
This a blessin'
Never thought I'd be rappin' for Premier
This cat's a legend
Never thought I'd get picked out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we call it
Shout out to all the haters watchin' this
Eat a plate of blue waffle disease
Drink some water with some AIDS mix
I got lines that Holly hookers wanna sniff
Flow is poetic justice
Make Janet recite the lyrics I spit
Who hotter than me? You hotter than who?
All Eyez On Me, I'm way 2Pac-er than you
Man I murder beats for a living
I murder the competition celebrate it
Dancin' like Serena at the olympics
Y'all put me on national TV
Thinkin' I wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out

Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me to this shit
Man I just walked on if I didn't come
Then every bit of hope for rap is all gone
I'm ill, in the past you thought I wasn't
But, you thought wrong
"Hop I lost respect for you
I'm pissed and you just lost a fan
All you do is diss
I'll never bump your album "Raw" again"
If what I say gets on your last nerve
Then holla man but truth is
Y'all can't touch me like Pac's hologram
Don't dare to try it if you scared of dyin'
I'm terrifyin', the real Boogie Man
Who even got your parents hidin'
When you're sleeping, I'll find your window
And just stare inside it i'm a animal
Momma raised me inside a lair with lions
Prepare for violence
Funk Volume's an unfair alliance
We embarrass giants
And rip mic's till we get laryngitis
My wave's sitting like a sandstorm
And I know what you mad for
Cause, I'm living my dream, and yours

Dropped out of school and became richer
Retired from the pliers
Kept balling like I'm a Clipper
Black hoodies, black bitches and black Benzes
She know these chains fit
So now she want my forensics
Got love for my city, shout out to Kendrick
October 22nd, the album, so go and get it
Look, turn a good kid to wig city
I serve plenty
Shoot 'til the chamber and clip empty
That's real crippy have a shirt
And my knuckles smothered with hate powder
Die and go to hell
And have the devil getting higher
How ironic that we smoking fire
Gangsta rap Messiah
Mid-20's but 20 racks an hour
Bucket hats and designer beans, the Bosselini
Young slimmy, your chance see me?
Your chance skinny
Placed rappers get paid pennies
A million off of tour this year because
Of all this talk about Romney iffy, Puffy

Uh my flow is captivatin'
Magic Chick is watchin' this and masturbatin'
Basket cases, spittin' in yo' picnic
Better pack a lunch
Chop 'em down, bag 'em up, Bill Murray
Daffy Duck yeah, my squad the illest
Y'all a little fishy, halibut
Chickens actin' ratchet get split
Open with this hatchet
We the kids that causin' racket
With that automatic riot shit
Irises is violent, air balloon
We high as heck play the violin
Fuckin' models wearin' Iverson's
This my moment
Don't blow it like my old chick
You the type to still tuck your
Shirt behind your phone clip
Woah, and I think I might need a lawyer
Hov 'bout to have me killed for
Tryin' to talk to Rita Ora
I'm sorry, that's just extra there
I'm goin' crazy like Clint Eastwood
And that empty chair keep your eyes peeled
Runnin' through a mine field
Even Lord Finesse will tell you I'm ill

Mystikal flex your style on 'em
Transform and get wild on 'em
Growl at 'em, "Rah"
Trukfit nigga you a monster
You out the attic yeah scare a nigga, "Rah"
I sit your stupid ass down
Wherever on the side
Let a real nigga back in this bitch
Get it live off of that performance
Y'all might consider a different job
That ain't gon' cut it partna
At least you tried
How many niggas can't spell
Live cause they tired?
Some of them think that they
The shit but they not move to the Shakers
Make it happen when they pound
Hustles out to get it bustin'
Layin' on they side
Big Truck, Cash Money rapping Baboon
Ya auntie and ya momma know bout that fool
Your grandpa and your grandma heard that rule
White boys and white girls gon' buy that

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