BET Awards - BET Cypher lyrics

[Eric Sermon] I bring the rapture like Blondie If Hip Hop is dead then what am I, a zombie? Got me a terrorist tryna bomb me Serm, cats follow me like Ghandi From Zune to Itunes i'm being heard Eric Sermon got shut down never occurred I'm still in the limelight, still being seen Hop out the coupe, so I still got green I still got cream, I still got steam, i'm hot Even if they sayin' I'm not, y'all exist because of me I stand out like a double D breasted lady, I'm so crazy I have a team with a Mercedes or black drop top The color was spot, you think not That was seventeen years ago, dub i'm timely Got 1.7 when Def Jam signed me Go ahead rewind me, backtrack when I said I'm from the era of Lee jeans and Pro-Keds E-dub i'm hot like sauna, i'm the fliest MC in my genre I'm a soigneur, word from Wallace Lame n***as steppin' to me, get demolished Yeah, my Def Squad is up in here Windex flow, just makin' it clear, yup Boy, I'm sick of you actors Your careers 2Pac spelled backwards, Caput, Homey [Redman] Take a stab at it, inhale like asthmatic The chiropractor, Redman, I'm back at it Sawed-off by the bed, it's a Craftmatic The size of a subway sandwich, ask Jared Bigfoot givin' input Every rhyme like Lisa Raye homey f** with it, it's a good look I'm a Lieutenant, the new school respect Redmanace My society raised a winner I sent any b**h straight to restore order Lift my pimp hand up like “Why, I Oughta!” I don't tolerate the nonsense I tell my b**h, be easy like you straight outta Compton South by southwest outta Austin Tore the place down, Twitter went wild Def jam raised they eyebrow We independent now, you should have took care of the cash cow Move out my way b**h, Captain courageous f** you and your iPod if I ain't in your playlist Bravehearted, I'm Nas in '94 You can say I'm your favorite rapper's favorite I'm like Henney on the floor wasted Pump your breaks, divorce me if you can't relate I get brain when I text, I'm typing LOL Chick on her knees like SMH, get it You slow listen faster, cause my time's a factor And you freestylin' and I ain't asked ya Weak link n***as, Redda think bigger This flow hit ya chick, she cried me a river And you Simba, lyin' like you care 'round the iron But I'm a supervisor and i'm firing Red n***a, the flow is tight The Bricks light skinned Dolomite, give me a like [Keith Murray] Now you know how I do and ya know my style I Earth you, hug ya girl console ya child f**ed the preacher wife and ay, I posed to pull pit Come on Deacon, sit down funky I got this sh** He said he's gon' give to the world, boy, listen how I yella But he keep getting robbed, cause he teasin' the ghetto Rappers talk slick, take it back Eat they old words, where they do that at? How that man put you on and he locked up And you won't give him no money for bail That's punk faked up I love him cause he get busy, but the new Biggie Come on Diddy, there'll never be another one of that n***a And lil' homey on the internet tell it sh** Murray sold more d** than Jigga And his crack end is pathetic, worst than the bank Who give a bu*t man, no credit, always at the safe I got that next level sh** and styles are futuristic Just running 'round with Reggie with the car we sent in Coming with E-Double cause that man is so ill realest Who be told you ages, we never quit and yo know we meant it Murray put words together clever, Yahtzee I'm too cool, Auther Fonzerelle on these Potsies Come to the party, festive yes could get busy Rope-a-dope 'em, still on my Ali Shocker, the new squad General Now tackle, I do f**in' drop ya b**h off And said to me, but that n***a talk the truth, ooh Cows flies crazy, the floss still coo-hool So Murray make green like yellow with blue He said I fell off, you never fell on You don't like me but your girls on my songs I can get on 'em like wick whack edible thong That beat her on her head like bong bong And I live on tour, I ain't got no home You can reach me on my Obama phone We love you Barack. Hilary Clinton for President I approve this message Peace