2007 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Phonte] My man Stat Quo with me, this how it's going down, yo [Verse 1: Phonte] Ayo, they thought that I would lose it, thought that I would do wrong My third time around, they say, "He should find a new charm" But Tay's unaffected, he chillin', sippin' Oolong Tea Doin' me, been too strong for too long On that Mary J. ish, they sayin' he should move on Can't cut the mustard, can't slice the Poupon Uh, cut it out, like a coupon Tay is the truth, I'm livin' proof, like the Group Home Ain't another team gettin' live enough, arms ain't wide enough To make the party people jump off the wall My rhymes for real dudes, 'cause that's who feel dudes My words heal dudes like it's altar call And it's time for me to slay these fakes They could try to remove, but they could never replace Start tithin', dawg, hit that collection plate I'm Reverend Tiggallo Dollar, Bishop Tay D. Jakes, let's go [Verse 2: Stat Quo] Listen, so many waited on the day of Stat [?] release what he might say And how many tracks he got from Em? How many tracks with Dre? I got rap in my blood, I'm type A Same people, stand by your side'll stand in your way Of achievin' your goal and leavin' your soul, keep faith I took my time to make something incredible, though Many people from my state try to deny my place As bein' one of the sickest on this face of the earth Whatever the case, you starin' at the gates, so welcome It was fate, I'm destined to be one of the greats Every label that passed on me done made a mistake I'm the answer to your prayers, the amazin' grace Any comparison is embarrassin', go on and hate I'm in your face, the game's at a standstill Like a broke treadmill, [?] [Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall] Yo I [?] and I don't rhyme slow But tell the women that Kardinal good to go Buss up your TiVo any time you rewind me Run my country, that's why Akon signed me You [?] Kanye or Curtis And all of them marksmen still can't hurt this I'ma merk this, MCs flows are worthless Come see me in the dark, that's where the work is Yeah, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder Your home boys told ya, flip your flows I fold, you can fertilize with the BS they sold ya I need paper for the style that I loaned ya Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' busy, why don't ya? Weak players in the game steady gettin' over One of a kind, and Kardi ain't gettin' older