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bet hip hop awards - 2014 live on stage battle rap cypher lyrics

[verse 1: arsonal]
i’m from newark, south ward, you know the crime rates
you better weigh your armor, me and karma on a blind date
i used to sell firearms through the tri-state
i made money off ratchets; the mona scott mind-state
my lil’ homie got an ak bustin’
big ratchet blazin’ b-tches; she nae nae puffin’
if your bae-bae comin’, i gotta hit it first
on the car dash she in; i’m tryin’ to ray-j somethin’
we all eat, i brought my team to the jock
all the groupies wanna do is be seen with the squad
this year mook was crowned king, i seen with my eyes
but ain’t no church in the wild, so what’s a king to a god?
c-ssidy duckin’ me, murda mook duckin’ me
me and joe budden beef over with, luckily
and for the rest of you industry n-ggas kickin’ it
i want y’all in this ring, tell mommy sign the permission slip

[verse 2: couture]
my momma told me “break a leg backstage, it’s all yours.”
now i’m snappin’ on cam, salute to paul george
i got it locked, rhode island on the map now
a “g” to the “ar” in the field with his cat round
i hold my own, all my hitters in the background
trigger happy pimpin’, yeah, they quick to lay the mac down
ride with the blicky, makin’ power moves like 50
i’m too live, fancier than iggy
said i’m the queen in this game of chess
i’m right now and i’m rated next, hangin’ with the vets
jewerly ice cold, look like i’m doin’ the als
i’m in your city, but i’m holdin’ down my state
these rap chicks is food, throw ’em on my plate
you got four, bring four more; they gettin’ ate
i already got the caskets, i’ll see y’all at the wake
man, i ain’t got time to chop it up with fakes
since day one, i been a1, you can pour me on a steak

[verse 3: calicoe]
i got a million on my mind, n-gga
so i ain’t tryin’ to waste a minute of my time with ya
it’s always ones that not around that wanna shine with ya
i was taught to show the love to the ones that grind with ya
show shout out them boys that i’m gettin’ paid with
and shout out to wiz jumpin’ on day’s sh-t
ain’t make no money from music, but i done made hits
if i was makin’ it up, it probably would make sense
and bet deserve a round from us
last time this year i was in the streets wildin’, bruh
detroit, they still ain’t heard the real sound from us
no disrespect, but if they take it personal then round ’em up
and uncle snoop talking ’bout he got the loudest blunts
threw him a zip and now that boy cop his pounds from us
my momma tell me i scare her hangin’ with all these guys
but all these guys saying i ain’t hangin’ around enough

[verse 4: murda mook]
so they threw me to the lion’s pit
i came back with the lion, taught ’em how to sit
sit, i’m nice, better acknowledge it
or i’ll fight the whole show, like i’m jocelyn
get me? all these suckers lollipop’n
club the olly oxen, they always wanna get in free
king of battle rap, comfortable in first place
hear the finish line is all mine, heard drake?
have you flashback and the actin’ is real here
cripple your career, put it back in a wheelchair
get k!lled here, ain’t no chill here, my demeanor
don’t play the field here, degr-ssi, it ain’t greener
i’m a detonator, because of recent events now
you gotta be strapped in the elevator
i smell the paper, lead me to the power
chicks holdin’ my rod, like mimi in the shower
i’m a horror, bet ain’t mean to bring
i’m shinin’, steven hill meet stephen king
grindin’, weed, pills, leaves, and spring
you buyin’, you need a deal, i need a ring
and i’m that boy that you all should fear
call… i’ll be sure that it’s all good here
better know your boundaries or let the four wood flare
jack boy surround your door and they all stood there
last time they had me viewing from the back seat
second i was by dude-in-that-blue-hat seat
this time i’m on stage with a rap sheet
i’m doin’ pretty d-mn well if you ask me
now the teleprompter tellin’ me get off
the voices in my head still tellin’ me to get off
it’s that rick ross weight loss, chillin’ on the beach
figure since i’m here might as well make my own speech
like, first, wanna thank everybody that tried to diss me
second, i wanna thank all you b-tches that wouldn’t kiss me
third, i wanna thank all the f-gs that didn’t list me
it’s because of y’all that we here makin’ this history
but let me stop, ‘cause i see i’m going over top
y’all don’t even know what i’m saying, y’all just know it’s hot

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