Hopsin - 2012 BET CYPHERS lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] I'm decent but I'm despicable, spittin' the inexplicable Pickin' stems out the piccolo, tickle your brain ventricles They finally let the nerd with the swag in I was playin' the background like an adlib But now I'm greedy like a fat kid Old lady don't blow my high Cause my pants hang low and you can't see my eyes I get faded like Smokey but I'm crazy with the motif Eatin' rappers, I need mo' teeth, you think I'm obese Movin' with the movement, you don't need no lease So fly, I don't need no feet, how I run it? Keefin' up, when I'm coolin' with my young'ns You know I keep it 3hunna Can't take it lower, I used to loiter, these days I need a lawyer Call your employer, tell him Soulo on the market I love Indo but Do-Dawg love endorsements I was never into Porches or Polo Horses More like Nibiru's orbit, ascension in Pyramid coffins It's safe to say I'm thinkin' in a major way I reckon you take your exit and make your way out Its my time, not Morris Day's now The more the days go by, the more I'm reminded that I'm a Titan If there was ever, whats pressure to a diamond? I'm the Haile Sela**ie of rhyming Ab-Soul [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] You spit dummy, I get money like Clark Howard BET, lemme show you black star power It's funny they want me to spit When really they never play me though On the real, the alternative is what you hear on the radio Fashion designer rappers Wanna climb back inside of their Mama's vaginas When pa**ionate rhymers become reminders, son You stay sleepin' on me, you soft the Satin pajamas, son My hood is like the jungle with lions packin' the llama's From Vandavere's to Gowan*s, I'm so notorious Fightin' my way back to Brooklyn like we the warriors Right in your face, ain't no life line for you to call on You simple like a pimple, you sort of an oxymoron I'm graceful as Jordan with the fade-away Write a pa**age as painful as circumcision with a razor blade I stay open cause I'm better with words I'm Frank Ocean at a Chik-Fil-A, I'll never get served [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] If I said I'd be doing this at 16, would you believe me? Or see me to be just the innocent Kendrick, you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat I'm mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in a seat Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer, a doctor Instead of a boy with a chopper that hold the culdesac hostage And do 'em all if they gossip Children on the corn', stay vandalizing the option Of living a lie, driving their bodies with toxics Constantly drinking and drive Hit the powder then watch the flames that arrive in his eyes Listen coward the concept is aim it, then bang it, then slide Out the b**h the deposit The prize on his head that tithes probably'll go to the projects I live inside the belly of the critics And Snoop pa**ed us the torch, I'm-ma burn you rappers with it What's up? [Verse 4: Childish Gambino] Still good with a pen, no Joe Paterno I count Ninja Turtles, my cash flow concern them Gambino you meet him, repping east side of the A hard Got the Black AMEX, I gotta pull the race card n***as move that Kreayshawn, naw I don't carry mine Why the game f**ed up like my hairline Ay girl, you ever smoke a bowl out with Kid Cudi? You ever gotten D like you don't study? Rap game in the fast lane, with a gas tank Filled with half of these trash lames I have to say I'm such a Joey's last name Bino boy, why you spit so mean Why the flow so rich girl, them sweet sixteens He on BET and he got White people problems "Like, Whole Foods doesn't have the juice I like so I have to go to, you know Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me" Victory, history More G than a kid's movie, Royalty [Verse 5: A$AP Rocky] My name is Rock in the new drop, my destiny's to be the new Pac That n***a Rocky gotta die, he too hot It's dead on, must've been tripping and stepping in heron' Cause I'm crippin the lead on I'm getting forensics twisting your head on Traffic, mad clips, caskets, pa** this, ashes to ashes That sh**, backwards, tactics b**hes only like me for my status Living ghetto fabulous and I'm still actin ratchet Twenty-four karats, no dressing with my salads n***a with the Patch kids, steady talkin cabbage Got a chick red like radish, have it b**hes think they bad til I drop them like habits No one in this cyph' has swag like I do Church with this verse, I'mma hit em with the gospel Ever since a baby, ask my old lady My first four words was, f** you, pay me [Verse 6: Hopsin] Grab your Slurpee and popcorn, I'm bout to make it hot for 'em They didn't even invite me to this sh**, man I just walked on If I didn't come, then every bit of hope for rap is all gone I'm ill, in the past you thought I wasn't, but you thought wrong "Hop I lost respect for you, I'm pissed and you just lost a fan All you do is diss, I'll never bump your album "Raw" again" If what I say gets on your last nerve, then holla man But truth is, y'all can't touch me like Pac's hologram Don't dare to try it if you scared of dyin' I'm terrifyin', the real Boogie Man, who even got your parents hidin' When you're sleeping, I'll find your window, and just stare inside it I'm a animal, momma raised me inside a lair with lions Prepare for violence, Funk Volume's an unfair alliance We embarra** giants, and rip mic's till we get laryngitis My wave's sitting like a sandstorm, and I know what you mad for Cause I'm living my dream, and yours [Verse 7: Schoolboy Q] Dropped out of school and became richer Retired from the pliers, kept balling like I'm a clipper Black hoodies, black b**hes and black Benzes She know these chains fit, so now she want my forensics Got love for my city, shout out to Kendrick October 22nd, the album, so go and get it Look, turn a good kid to wig city, I serve plenty Shoot til the chamber and clip empty, that's real crippy Have a shirt, and my knuckles smothered with hate powder Die and go to hell, and have the devil getting higher How ironic that we smoking fire, gangsta rap Messiah Mid-20's but 20 racks an hour Bucket hats and designer beans, the Bosselini Young slimmy, your chance see me?, your chance skinny (?) placed rappers get paid pennies A million off of tour this year because of all this talk about Romney Iffy, Puffy [Verse 8: Mac Miller] My flow is captivating, Magic Chick is watching this and masturbating Basket cases, spitting in yo picnic, better pack a lunch Chop 'em down, bag 'em up, Bill Murray, Daffy Duck Yeah my squad the illest, y'all a little fishy, halibut Chickens acting ratchet get split open with this hatchet We the kids that causing racket with that automatic riot sh** Irises is violent, air balloon, we high as heck Play the violin, f**ing models wearing Iverson's This my moment, don't blow it like my old chick You the type to still tuck your shirt behind your phone clip Whoa, and I think I might need a lawyer Hov bout to have me k**ed for trying to talk to Rita Ora I'm sorry that's just extra there I'm going crazy like Clint Eastwood iat the empty chair Keep your eyes peeled, running through a mine field Even Lord Finesse will tell you I'm ill [Verse 9: Mystikal] Mystikal flex your style on em, transform and get wild on em Growl at em, "Rah" Trukfit n***a you a monster, you out the attic Yeah scare a n***a, "Rah" I sit your stupid a** down wherever on the side Let a real n***a back in this b**h, get it live Off of that performance, y'all might consider a different job That ain't gon' cut it partna, at least you tried How many n***as can't spell live cause they tired? Some of them think that they the sh** but they not Move to the Shakers, make it happen when they pound Hustles out to get it bustin', layin' on they side Big Truck, Cash Money rapping Baboon Ya auntie and ya momma know bout that (?) fool Your grandpa and your grandma heard that (?) rule White boys and white girls gon' buy sh** from that f**in dude