2018 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sharaya J] Uh Check, uh, I'm super banjee, let my cape swang It's a dog-eat-dog world, I'm a great dane My glow stays, never fades like a fake chain I'm a' expert, I ain't gotta explain Rise to the top, no way I'ma stop All I gotta do is get my hands on the guap Never turnin' back like the hands on the clock Word on the street, Trump banned from the block Now look it, they ain't wanna gimme what was mine, so I took it Now it's time for y'all to get it straight, 'cause it's crooked When I tried to say it to they face, they was shooken Now I'm overbooked and you can't over look it My flow so trippy, you know I'm with the drilly And cool like Left, and T-Boz, and Chilli I know their picks are Tupac and Biggie I'm so far ahead, I'm two-thousand-fitty Uh [Verse 2: CHIKA] Fee, fi, fo and to the fum Beatin' on my chest like a muted bass drum All my haters, they bums, tell them boys to say sum Play my songs and all they girls give me parum-pa-pum-pum, yeah 'Cause I'm a soldier, though I already told ya Negative door closer, championship holder How could I get closer? All a part of the plan I'm in my position from videos on the 'gram Don't trip on the weaker man, get your bars up Guaranteed to make a player fold whenever cards up Spit a sixteen equivalent to call them broads up Personally I just want your girl to pick her draws up Damn, I'm lockin' jaws up, bingo, put your paws up Give me six months, I promise I'll be hittin' Nas up Prayed for opportunity, so now I gotta boss up I could say a lot, unfortunately, though, my time's up [Verse 3: Neelam Hakeem] Yeah, they threw me In a cypher, told me to freestyle Man, I charge for my flow, but here is a free trial Revolution isn't new to me, the key word is unity Not beggin' oppressors to please stop the scrutiny This isn't the hour for any cowards While children in flint get poisoned by dirty showers They put is in poverty, 'cause they that sour But when the lights go out, we turn on Black power There's no shade that could steal my shine My hair's covered, 'cause there's layers to read my mind I thought I told you I'm not a star, puttin' fear in they heart Scream "Allahu Akbar," throw a spear through they heart These rappers are jokes on pop charts Your album title should be 'knock knock, who's there?' It's Neelam, the new don, I say so, I crush hoes like Thanos I'm Scar and Mufasa, long live the king You think you bad? Well, I'm breakin' bad, now say my name [Verse 4: Bri Stevens] Bri be goin' ballistic, I'm young, black, and I'm gifted If we gettin' specific, I'm MJ to your Pippen Hit a mic tho, hit a 'hee hee' high note What do I know, it was written like the bible Hate on competition, got a million flows in my composition My position, I'll be Bobby Brown to your New Edition Two thumbs two up in the club singing "booed up" My ex, he stuck, and all the chairs gettin' screwed up [?] run fast, treadle up If I ever call twice, thought about the flow Ain't nobody like me, Jungle Fever, Spike Lee Realest in it, might be, Bri Steves They be sayin' got smiles of hope in the Chi [?] Blessings rain down and I pull up with no roof When the pressure on, what you will or you won't do? Yeah, we heard you name names, if you didn't we need proof I'm out [Verse 5: Erykah Badu] Uh, I'm in the hood, wish a nigga would Saw your nigga in the club, nigga lookin' good Boss and a worker, keep a tight circle Last name Bardu, first name Er'ka You can call me Erykah, Black Misses America Niggas try to stare at her, but I ain't breakin' character A-P-P-L-E-S, potpourri smelliest E-R, uh, I am tomorrow, Badu is never fresh Pick your phone up, call Tyrone up Tell him t-minus 10, I'm blowin' the zone up I'm hot like pussy in the sun's corona Mama's done spattin' children out, they grown up Floatin' on lily pads, hum-di-li-lilee-lad Bitches could get it, but I ain't studyin' they silly ass Walkin' around, runnin' your town BET Cypher's goin' down, haha