Dom Kennedy - BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher #3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Lady of Rage] I never played, so before first grade I skipped the playpen Pen game was flame before I learned to tie my laces Rage is where the plague is, no containing Sick with the spit that I spit, I inflict contagion Inhale the ether They can't breathe easy when I'm around I leave them a Lil' Weezy like the son of Cita Ha, I'm Chiquita, bananas Y'all monkeys wouldn't bust grapes Ahh, I roll with gorillas, for real-a, my n***a, bandits Planet of the Apes Rise, all hail Queen Kong Peons that becoming soft enough to stuff them out your ding-dongs Ah, I'm in it to win it 'til I become The hottest chick to run the third rock from the Sun Lyrically, you would be a fool to fight With the Robin Givens I'm spitting sh** on two of the mics Yikes, I'm goin' in like a lifer Step into your radius and decipher your cypher [Verse 2: Blind Fury] Let me try it This the Big Payback, stupid Get lost, I'm a big boss like Rick Ross's Maybach Music I make cats lose it When they realize they part of the reason I'm starting to sleep on rap music I'm AJ with the style, cause I go free Now everybody and they mama want to know me I'm on that OG, feeling like I'm suppose'ta Came to ruin it, and I'm doin' it 'til it's over It's gon' take a little bit more than this to move me I'm on BET more than the Biggie movie Ain't looking for no girlfriend, just a clique of groupies Call me Wiz, cause tonight I'm tryna get the chewy I love New York, but out of town's sweeter I cheated on Irene 'soon as I found Keisha So, 'nuff respect to alla crew in all d'area Right 'ere on the street is where we-a bury ya Boom [Verse 3: Dom Kennedy] Even though I can't see me I know I look good right now on your TV Throw my shades on, call me young Stevie Leimert Park legend, we just make it look easy And I'm counting my money, everyday sunny I earned my spot, you ain't taking that from me Tell them fine girls start shaking that for me West Side get the money, start making that for me It's the unfadeable Who the best is debateable But I do it with no label though Yea, I said we going all night wit' it Prolly ain't seen this since Suge Knight did it Girl you look good, tell her get right wit' it I can't do a show in your city if the price isn't When I walk in, I can tell that they feeling me I hear the girls say that's Dom Kennedy [Verse 4: Sk**z] If you a rapper from Virginia, meeting me should give you the chills I'm the reason that the world expects you to have some sk**s Y'all better call Rozay, dude Cause this verse gone need like nine uhh's and twenty-two whoo's I ain't kidding around You got BET in HD? Well you might want to hit that now Cause I'm never home, I stay gone Y'all was everywhere, now you never there, payphones Clutch fast, spit mustard gas And when haters say my name, it sounds like crushed gla** They students, I crushed the cla** Plus, y'all never came in like Jay-Z's mustache Top me? Don't be crazy, chump Unless one of these guys decide to show a baby bump Shout Mr. Hill and Ms. Lee Oh, and the award for who destroyed the cypher? That goes to me