DJ Premier - 2014 Lyrical Punishers Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Troy Ave] Your boy got it popping like Crisco Number one independent on the east coast I rep the streets, I don't do it for the weirdos I am really with the [?] yo I been having women and gold around my neck I'm a hustler, what the f** do you expect? Roll with the lex, ride Benz don't roll with the Lex But y'all push 700's they ain't mold to you yet Been getting bread so long, is there mold on it yet? Something like a pimp no ring on my pinky Full in fur, coming through all minky Big cuban chains coming through all linky sh**ting on haters, leave you all stinky Phew! Said I would leave you blue Get it, men do what they say Troy Ave did it I brought New York back like Earl the Pearl Now BSB records 'bout to conquer the world [Verse 2: Detroit Che] Yo, yo, yo Last year I was watching it from the couch I stayed in tune with all my dreams Haters see me living them out I'm from Detroit, Michigan, homie, it's the home of the Lions My homies was dying, rock hoodies during moments of silence Pa**ionate, practicing activists doper than [?] put a cap in this Renisha's shooter switched it and said he did it on accident Rest in peace to Mcbride and Mike brown and Trayvon They days gone and they was so young and it touched me Like an iPod but I won't cry Government they gave us nothing and they say that we don't try We get robbed like corner stores for justice and I'm so tired I'm super tired like carrying ten Mariahs Put tires around my neck I'm finna start a riot (let's go) This the book of hip hop [?] illustrate Don't compare me to Nicki, my titties been deflated And that wasn't a diss, I swear I look up to that chick But critics be talking regardless putting these bloggers in coffins Queen Che [Verse 3: Dee-1] Just holla at me if you need that real And if it's true that words are weapons, Dee packs steel I did it solo, no aid But Dee's that ill, I reach and feel And thieves that k** can't steal that sk** for real I'm a positive black man, beware in the streets Don't compare me unless it's to the man America leads Sit back an reteach [?] Unashamed coming for they neck, watch your clavicle They say "Dee, who was your cosign?", mine was God My watch made out of concrete, times was hard You's a mental slave dog, why you robbing and stealing Money don't buy happiness, ask Robin Williams I'm in the building, I'm probably on that pelligrino Dolphin that rhymes on my feet, I think I'm Dan Marino It's Uno, cut the deck, you know he won Cause New Orleans watching this saying "Go Dee-1!" (yeah) [Verse 4: Logic] Allow me to murder this For anybody that may not have heard of this It's the L-O-G-I-C I'm repping MD yes y'all know the deal We keep it real all the time, V's up, that's on my mind I'm feeling infinite, like Eminem's first album Speak to the people like Malcolm Murder your mind in a minute, like the Millenium Falcon Rip the mic and yeah I know the outcome Check it, I'm biracial, but couldn't tell by the facial So everybody swears that his parents wasn't interracial But if I had dreads, sold d** and screamed "f** the feds!" Then maybe, just maybe they might give me some street cred Even though I grew up with that all in my house Ain't gotta glorify that sh**, there's more to talk about, but Don't get it twisted, I'm far from a mad rapper If anything I'm the finest of dead president kidnappers I got so much on my mind but not enough time to mention Cause I'm ripping and living and striving and k**ing [?] going and flowing I'm only spitting this fast cause that's how y'all gonna pay attention Cause we on TV See they don't care about what I'm saying, just how I'm saying it So I gotta spit it fast and make sure that there's no delaying Yeah, well, but if you're one of the few that want the real and not the lesser Go to iTunes and cop that Logic album "Under Pressure" Yeah [Verse 5: Lil' Mama] I said don't ask me about no broads, no rap wars I do this for my Mike Brown brothers that's really at war Therefore, y'all better close y'alls jaws When it come to me, cause y'all gonna need wraps and gauze I'm the underdog, clear, y'all ain't gotta like me Gather your best armor bodying me less than likely I swear on James Brown if you try me Red Hook Summer like Spike Lee Bloody gloves, we in the ring like carats This ain't the first quarter, but I'm balling like it's March Madness Heh? I got 'em pinched cause I'm lavish When you're in a motel you better hold your bladder Now what they talking about this MC deficit? Like I will run up on that stigma put a d**h to it Man, realize that I'm the best at this And I don't gotta wear a dress to be addressing this