2015 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2

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BET & Def Squad & Keith Murray & Redman & Erick Sermon - Rap, Cypher

2015 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 2

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[Verse 1: Eric Sermon] Uh, I bring the rapture like Blondie If hip-hop is dead, then what am I, a zombie? Got me a terrorist tryna bomb me Serm', cats follow me like Gandhi From Zune to iTunes, I'm being heard Eric Sermon got shut down, never occurred I'm still in the limelight, still being seen Hopping out the coupe, so I still got green I still got cream, I still got steam I'm hot even if they sayin' I'm not Y'all exist because of me, I stand out Like a double-D-breasted lady, I'm so crazy [?] with a Mercedes or a black drop-top The color [?], you think not That was seventeen years ago, dub, I'm timely Got 1.7 when Def Jam signed me Go 'head, rewind me, backtrack what I said I'm from the era of Lee jeans and Pro-Keds E-dub, I'm hot like sauna I'm the fliest MC in my genre I must warn ya, word from Wallace Lame niggas steppin' to me, get demolished Yeah, my Def Squad's up in here Windex flow, just makin' it clear, yup Boy, I'm sick of you actors Your career's Tupac spelled backwards Caput, homie [Verse 2: Redman] Take a stab at it, inhale like asthmatic The chiropractor, Redman, I'm back at it Sawed-off by the bed, it's a Craftmatic The size of a subway sandwich, ask Jared Bigfoot givin' input Every rhyme like Lisa Raye, homie, fuck with it, it's a good look I'm a Lieutenant, the new school respect Red menace My society raised a winner I set any bitch straight to restore order Lift my pimp hand up like "Why, I oughta!" I don't tolerate the nonsense I tell my bitch, be easy like you straight outta Compton South by Southwest outta Austin Tore the place down, Twitter went wild Def Jam raised they eyebrow We independent now, you should have took care of the cash cow Move out my way, bitch, Captain courageous Fuck you and your iPod if I ain't in your playlist Bravehearted, I'm Nas in '94 You can say I'm your favorite rapper's favorite I'm like Henney on the floor wasted Pump your brakes, divorce me if you can't relate I get brain when I text, I'm typing LOL Chick on her knees like SMH, get it Chew slow, listen faster, 'cause my time's a factor And you freestylin' and I ain't asked ya Weak link niggas, Redda think bigger This flow hit ya chick, she cried me a river And you Simba, lyin' like you care 'round the iron But I'm a supervisor and I'm firing Red nigga, the flow is tight The Bricks light-skinned Dolomite, give me a light [Verse 3: Keith Murray] Now, y'all know how I do and ya know my style I Earth you, hug ya girl, console ya child Fucked the preacher wife and ay, I posed to pull pit Come on Deacon, sit down funky I got this shit He said he's gon' give to the world, boy, listen how I yella But he keep getting robbed, 'cause he teasin' the ghetto Rappers talk slick, take it back Eat their own words, where they'd do that at? How that man put you on and he locked up And you won't give him no money for bail That's punk faked up I love him cause he get busy, but the new Biggie Come on Diddy, there'll never be another one of that nigga And lil' homey on the internet tell it Shit, Murray sold more drugs than Jigga And these crackers is pathetic, worse than a bank Won't give a Black man no credit, always at the safe I got that next-level shit and styles are futuristic Just runnin' round with Reggie with the car weed-scented Coming with E-Double 'cause that man is so relentless [?] told y'all haters, we never quit, you know we meant it Murray put words together clever, Yahtzee I'm too cool, Auther Fonzerelle on these Potsies Come to the party, festive, yes could get busy Rope-a-dope 'em, still on my Ali Shocker, the new squad General Now tackle, I do fuckin' drop ya bitch off And said to me, but that nigga talk the truth, ooh Cows flies crazy, the floss still coo-coo So Murray make green like yellow with blue He said I fell off, you never fell on You don't like me, but your girl love my songs I can get on 'em like wick whack edible thong That beat her on her head like bong bong And I live on tour, I ain't got no home You can reach me on my Obama phone [Outro: Keith Murray] We love you Barack Hilary Clinton for President I approve this message Peace

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Credits

Writers
  • Keith Murray
  • Redman
  • Erick Sermon