2015 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Charles Hamilton] Yo, it's the heart of Marilyn Manson Black man in black vans What's the happenstance of that? Black Sabbath, I had to be the man Rockin' the Ozzy Osbourne of doctrines Cats can't seem to cop it, but watch it Like BET, bet on me, I do it easily On every frequency Too high, too low like treble and bass Forever you'll wait to step in my face Like [?], I was inside her Ribs the night she hit me, so I don't give a shit That's quite honest, miss I just do what I have to do like the Book of the Matthew Come first in the doctrine, goin' back to what I have to do Rap for you, make sure you know That it this not an option, I get it poppin' Quite often, often Whatever I'm just talkin' Going off, like Kenny Lofton, 9th inning Gotta be the right one, and I ain't write any of this Gotta be nice within my fitted, gotta be not a wannabe Gotta be watchin' me, kind of goth again I just believe in my own privacy, I gotta be the nicest off of the top I'm not a wannabe, I said I'm a gotta be Gothic gotta be, gotta be gothic To have everybody watchin' me, I believe in the power of magic I'm receivin' the magic within my power [?] people aren't believin' the madness and the sour that I have to be smokin' To get half as potent as the shit I've been spittin' before The nigga is raw, might as well sniff it enjoy 'Cause this is the kid, boy [Verse 2: Jackie Spade] Uh I should probably use my fifteen of fame To tell you my name and make you think this all off the brain Say somethin' insane so you go and look up Jackie Spade He come from the K, doin' his thing Live and direct from the [?] records The Mecca of bein' reckless, the section where totin' TECs For protection part of your dressin' And I really don't want you to get the wrong impression, I ain't speakin' on myself But you don't want to come up, [?], now that I got yo' attention Y'all need to hear me, the rich gettin' wealthy While the poor gettin' weary, the world gettin' colder They the judge, the jury, now a nigga on his come up Gotta keep my bible near me, so glory to God For helpin' me strive, always on my side, down to ride Protectin' my pride, He gon' be my guy Through the valley of lows and highs, Johnny, rest in peace, now watch us feast From up in the sky, ah [Verse 3: Joyner Lucas] Uh, yo, what up? What up? What up, Dre? What up, Khaled? If you don't know me now, then you will, don't worry 'bout it I used to wanna be friends and tell e'rybody But now I wanna be mad and just kill e'rybody See, e'rybody watchin', like "Who does he think he is?" Like "Who the hell is this kid?" and "Why the hell is he here?" And "Who told him we care?" like, Yo, I'm Joyner Lucas [?] hello, you don't remember my face Or [?] get the memo? At some point, I gave all you niggas my demo You hopped inside your limos and threw it out the window Man it's no wonder why nobody called and tried to find me No wonder why nobody flew me out and tried to sign me They said this game is full of hoes And then I thought of Miley They told me "get her while she young" And then I thought of Tyga Or Kylie, whatever I gotta say a few things And this wasn't supposed to happen But I made it this way And now I finally get the chance to hit the stage for the day And address all the things that I swear I've been waiting to say Okay let's get down to the itty gritty You nitty bitty rappers softer than Pretty Ricky And smaller than Iggy's titties, I shit in your kitty litty And if I died and came back, I'm bringing Biggie with me I ain't got no top five I'm top five of your top five But I'm not trying I'm 6'3", you 5'5", but you not Plies I'm pop-eye, I'm Fetty Wap With a cocked-eye You in for a rude awakening, I hope you awake I went to Meek's crib and told him that I'm cool with Drake Kendrick told me this is competition, who is safe And shoutout to my exes, ya'll done made a huge mistake When am I gonna win an award? When are ya'll gonna realise that I'm kicking in doors? When Dre gonna realise I ain't no shit to ignore? When Diddy's butler gonna come and get my shit at the door? Huh? Now YouTube Joyner Lucas, follow me and stay I hope that Charlamagne'll give me Donkey of the Day I hope Preemo never drop no bombs on me They gon' need some military bazookas and nine armies Never been runnin' your mouth [?] I'm puttin' my gun in they mouth A thug and I'm coming around And taking they sweater, they woman, and duck and I'm out Thinning it out Somebody calling you out, you ready to move? Joyner get women, I'm setting the mood And all of the niggas they get in the booth I'm telling the truth So what's an MVP when you strategising? And what's an STD if you Magic Johnson? What's a BET Cypher without me involved? This ain't even what we all thought it was, we was wrong Joyner Lucas [Verse 4: Tink] Mm, yo, look Come correct when you address me, I'm deadly as an apocalypse Game full of bitches, I chuck 'em: no gynaecologist Meaner than the PO, my stelo is what they monitor Heard I be heatin' up, now they eyein' me like thermometers Please, competition let me know, 'cause I'm wit' it You line me up with any man, bet I burn 'em like [?] Tommy Hil' can't forget 'bout my figures I put the paper in the glass, 'cause the cash I be chasin' like liquor Come on, and they upset as if they [?] Used to be emotion, now they breakin' like a red light Strawberry niggas know they pockets full of shortcake See me in the hood, jewel'ry on me like a court date No court date, but we bangin' them hammers We come through and leave your body in a suit like you [?] Don't [?], you know black don't crack Tell BET to keep it real, ain't no cypher without Tink in the back