Snow Tha Product - BET 2014 Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] R.I.P. to Mike Brown Never met Affleck, but I do it for the town In the Chi where they find bodies in the lost and found I've been blowing up in London, still smelling like a pound While Ferguson was looting in the street Obama was on the treadmill moving in repeat I'm 21, I ain't had a cosign yet Like Lamar Odom, they already know I had crack Shout to Khloe, not Axel Foley Call the police, your the lames on TV with braids like Lil' Romeo No limit when I go in, it's a war zone My troops home, they *brrt* "where you at?" like a boost phone Y'all mobile, I'm global, we been different Had a number #1 in the UK, that's a big difference Not to mention, as a minor I was major I ain't never get a job, I got my own business SAVEMONEY [Verse 2: Snow Tha Product] Good credit, need no cosign Snow Tha Product got the balls to come in the game And I won't get no push from no guy When I need the dough, split no pies I'm not a cookie cutter b**h, but no shade But if Snow spit it, Snow write Oh, by the way you rappers namedrop El Chapo Migos, Narkos, coppos, cop o's from papos [?] Griselda Blanco But I'm not gonna get my shot though? Cuando a la culture para latina, tu you cacho Pero mina que esta I'm raised on Pun and the best of 'em You know I don't like Visas, give an Amex to a Mexican And ooh, I'm 'bout to represent, ask BET It's STP, hit your SAP bu*ton ASAP Si porque mira nomas, mira que litica la chica [?} Corazon de oro, pero con plata [?] Si pero aqui no mas la que mata, bars, Sabado Gigante Cause I'll be damned, if the only Latin rep is Joseline Hernandez [Verse 3: Los] Yo, I keep these rappers running like roaches when Raid come in Los is the dopest, please don't provoke him to spray something I hopped up out the bed as fresh as a Glade plugin Cause I charged a high fee like the dance in the Bay, cousin Just exit Trying to describe me in one word is like if you spell dog, but you dyslexic They should've kept my cage locked Where I'm from if he say he tryna shoot that fade he get his fade shot Hey, Pac, remember sh** was poppin'? You on my list, it was a wrap, I was Christmas shoppin' I kept a full body cast for a b**h to hop in Then I full bodied Ca** while Swizz was watching I'm way better whether you may agree Mayweather pedigree, you make cheddar bet it on me I get the best of the best dealt with So when my magazine hit I ain't talking XXL sh** So the whip matte black, the top bent back Got a chick misguided like a [?] flip "Hello?" Man, hold that phone My little homie raw, man, he got both Techs on He told me to tell you it's a no flex zone So you ain't making no chuck, nor is he getting his Bo Flex on He unload that chrome, and send them if you talkie I give him detail, and he'll pin it on a donkey King [Verse 4: Treach] I put the word out like word out, word is bond, word up Word is bird, wordie words that I heard I got a herd of verbs that'll slap is for after yours Anything after the fact is an act of war Bad man and a wicked shotta Wet you up like an otter, operate like Shabba Hundred thousands way to hump, choose a telly I'm rude and black like Ox from Belly Got shellys to shock your shooters Bet a bottom dollar I can make thunder clap and make a rottweiler holla Yeah, rob the rich and eat with the hood, bang Cause Jersey's back, back top of the food chain KG was on the scenery He said "eat the cypher, turn the BET to an eatery" And here's a true statement Half of the hip in hip hop needs a hip replacement [Verse 5: David Banner] My dream is to be a part of team Elohim To transcend ten of walks of human beings Meditate and convo with the all eye seeing To maybe just hear Quiet my soul so he shares or It can lighten my load My soul [?] commode Defecate [?] I'm susceptible to the pressure but then I think about Shakir Stewart I need help from the almighty To ask why don't we discuss the trials of Chris Lightly From Ku Klux the Klan who tied Emmett Till to a fan The same that shot Tray, Zimmerman's hand They got my stomach to a knot I'm bent over prayin' to God like it's a lot, it's a lot Ankles tied to some chain I wanna say yes, but it's no like Tulane I mean N.O Not too many blacks make it to the show; Jay Leno Went broke in a Bentley, now I'm rich whipping a pinto I'm stunting like deep dish rims on Hertz rentals When I was broke I was proud to sell dope to ya old folks house n***a, I meant it how it sounds Where were the white rappers when they mowed Mike Brown down? Nowhere to be found