2011 BET Hip Hop Awards - Survival of the Illest Cypher

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Lady of Rage] I never played, so before first grade I skipped the playpen Pen game was flame before I learned to tie my laces Rage is where the plague is, no containin' Sick with the spit that I spit, I inflict contagion Inhale the ether, they can't breathe easy When I'm around I leave 'em little wheezy like the son of Cita, uh I'm Chiquita, bananas, y'all monkeys Wouldn't bust grapes, argh, I roll with gorillas, for realer My *****, [?] Planet of the Apes Rise, all hail Queen Kong, peons That becoming' soft, I knock the stuffin' out your dingdong, [?] I'm in it to win it 'til I become The hottest chick that run the third rock from the sun Lyrically, you would be a fool to fight With the Robin Givens of spittin', shit, I'm true to mics Yikes, I'm goin' in like a lifer Step into your radius and decipher your cypher [Verse 2: Blind Fury] Look [?] let me try it, this is the big Payback, stupid, get lost, I'm a big boss Like Rick Ross, it's Maybach Music I make cats lose it, 'cause when they realize They part of the reason I'm startin' to sleep on rap music I'm AJ with the style, 'cause I go free Now e'rybody and they mama wanna know me I'm on that OG, feelin' like I'm supposed to Came to ruin it, and I'm doin' it 'til it's over It's gon' take a little bit more than this to move me I'm on B.E.T. more than the Biggie movie Ain't lookin' for no girlfriend, just a clique of groupies Call me Wiz, 'cause tonight I'm tryna get the chewy I love New York, but out of town's sweeter I cheated on Irene soon as I found Keisha, so Nuff respect to alla crew in all d'area Right 'ere on the street is where we-a bury ya, boom [Verse 3: DOM KENNEDY] Ayy, ayy, ayy Even though I can't see me I know I look good right now on your TV Throw my shades on, call me young Stevie Leimert Park legend, we just make it look easy And I'm countin' my money, every day sunny I earned my spot, you ain't takin' that from me Tell the fine girls start shakin' that for me West Side get the money, start makin' that for me It's the unfadeable, who the best is debatable But I do it with no label, though, yeah I said we goin' all night wit' it, prolly ain't Seen this since Suge Knight did it, girl, you look good Tell her, get right wit' it I can't do a show in yo' city if the price isn't [?] when I walk in, I can tell that they feelin' me I hear the girls say, "That's DOM KENNEDY," [?] [Verse 4: Skillz] Yeah, yo, yo, if you a rapper from Virginia Then meetin' me should give you the chills I'm the reason that the world expects you to have some skills Y'all better call Rozay, dude 'Cause this verse gon' need like nine 'unnhs' and twenty-two 'woos' I ain't kiddin' around You got BET in HD? Well, you might want to hit that now, 'cause I'm never home, I stay gone Y'all was everywhere, now you're never there: pay-phones Clutch fast, spit mustard gas And when haters say my name it tastes like crushed glass They students, I crushed the class Plus, y'all never came in, like Jay-Z's moustache Top me? Don't be crazy, chump Unless one of these guys decide to show a baby bump Shout Mr Hill and Ms Lee, oh, and the award For who destroyed the cypher, that goes to me