BET - BET Cypher 2012: The Raw lyrics

[Verse 1: Jaybird the Purdy Boi] Never thought I'd be rappin' on the cypher, this a blessin' Never thought I'd be rappin' for Premier, this cat's a legend Never thought I'd get picked out the whole country by Khaled To rap on BET, guess he saw me as the best man 619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin' San Diego to all you foreign, Daygo's what we call it Shout out to all the haters watchin' this Eat a plate of blue waffle disease Drink some water with some AIDS mix I got lines that Holly hookers wanna sniff Flow is poetic justice, make Janet recite the lyrics I spit Who hotter than me? You hotter than who? All Eyez On Me, I'm way 2Pac-er than you Man I murder beats for a living, I murder the competition Celebrate it, dancin' like Serena at the olympics Y'all put me on national TV, thinkin' I wouldn't show out? Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z, I'mma rock out [Verse 2: 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 3: 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 4: 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 5: 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 that (?)