2021 BET Hip Hop Awards - Lyricism Cypher

Lyrics

[Intro: D Smoke] What's up? My name is D Smoke, from Inglewood, California, and you're watching the 2021 BET Hip Hop Award Cypher with Tierra Whack, GRIP, my man Smino and yours truly, D Smoke. Let's get it. DJ Hed, run that [Verse 1: Tierra Whack] Yo Don't compare me to them other chicks Tryna take me out? You need oven mitts I got pull like [?] Hold on, wait, I need another mint They call me Whack 'cause it's my government You must not know who you ******* with Like a blind date Prices going up like the crime rate With the low life's, but we hydrate When you're fly as me you gotta migrate Big body Benz, make thе thighs quick I run my city, that's the greatest mind statе I'ma take my time and then make the time wait They never thought I would make it far I go to Forest like Bumpy Johnson [?] ask me I'm from Wisconsin Or, better yet, I'm unconscious Don't you question me, don't you step with me A fool is something I could never B-E-T See me out in Philly, nobody with me I'm by myself, just me and God Bodies still all black: Bobby Seale You gon' get somebody killed Hold your horses, hold your breath Hold it so long until you meet death Study life, so I can cheat death I work more now, but I eat less Louis bags like I need rest Tell them squares that I need checks I ain't never wanna be best 'Cause I always knew I was, peace, light, and love, Whack [Verse 2: GRIP] Came to slap your favorite rapper The [?] new kid that the labels after I'll admit, you an amazin' actor [?] get a seat at the table faster Mayday, mayday, disaster Mom prayed the pastor could save the bastard I [?], y'all obey the master Your mixtape get played for laughter I'm the same one cats ignored They like, "Why ain't I never heard that before?" I rap for Blacks that's poor, get raps galore Now I'm tryna give it back like a Macklemore Heat the beat to death, get a casket or Burn it, get the urn where the ashes stored Yearn for things I earned and you askin' for it Pap, pap, pap, [?] Newest member of the Shady fam It's like nobody ever really gave a damn Now I'm sittin' at the table and I want all of the [?] down to the Abraham's Shout out to the ones that rejected me And kiss my ass, respectfully, was yet to be A threat, well, technically It's a murder scene, y'all, movin' [?] [Verse 3: Smino] I've been going dumb [?] Sick [?] from the C.D.C Six in the morning with the [?] Smitty [?] know who I be I'm too low key to know who I freak Too legit to Q-U-I-T If I send that Q then it's O-V-E Oh, you stupid dumb, 'cause you whack like T [?] went too crazy Damn She let me beat it up, we were just blazin' Shit That boy be ballin' e'ry time I catch 'em Smino [?] Beckham, I'm on a spectrum Real good fella, real Joe Pesci Sold a lot of records, I feel so Pimp C [?] [?] [?] [?] I don't chase clout, [?] [?] tick tock when I drop, I'ma run out the clock We do not talk, how 'bout white chalk? Hopscotch, white meat poppin' [?] Oh God [Verse 4: D Smoke] Here go this little intro For simple minds who don't know I am Simply instrumental Young, in my prime, I let both my hands Tickle, I reach, still pick a fight I'm highly lyrical Dirty Nikes, find me in a humble Like high key pilot and hope I land Uh, wait My name D Smoke, Inglewood representer Bitch, the flow be on heatstroke Mingle with kings and queens Like daily, yeah, that's my default Still when I rap they gotta Get buried, that's the beat fault Keep chalk Ready outline 'em Okay, that's where you'll find 'em, hey Betty, my nana, grandma Improve my grammar, [?] Curvy, albino Tall, chocolate, short, don't discriminate Women from heaven God sent 'em, still that little angel [?] [?] [?] [?] [?], ayy Baby, you the [?] a burrito So welcome to Jackson family I'm one, but fo' sho' ain't Tito: MJ