Pusha T - GOOD Music BET Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West] Uh, GOOD Music, this our year Backing drums by DJ Premier Now let me count it down, who the f** up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh That n***as know you can't really f** with that Pusha T, the Clipse just made a cla**ic Good music together we too Jura**ic, you stay plastic Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting Big Sean is a don Cyhi Da Prynce Why you so nervous dog stop being tense If you ain't talking bout Rash we ain't got nothing in common f** that and thats just common sense [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire My Book of Eli, to all my subscribers Play the two doors, street car named desire Came in Grindin', Ye' came Through the Wire Met at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired 1st of the month, Trump to the buyers Red Toupée on the coupe you've been fired Smooth criminal, no prior's Man in the mirror, check no liar Still let that "bu*ter fly" like Mariah Show me the money the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like a bunny night With GOOD company and better j**elers To the Good Life, we GOOD music [Big Sean] Man, I wake up to a wet dream Every day's a Friday and every nights a s** scene Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens My life's prom night and guess who's the Prom King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring I'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter Sean Combs and Connery all in one Whoever told you sky's the limit is looking dumb Cause I'm 22 and I'm moonwalking on the sun Oh thats your girl? She feelin on my "whoa there!", right next to a couple boaters And she tryna motor boat her And im coming from the w-w-westside of the Motor You might find banana clips 'cause it's Guerilla warfare Last year I was watching this from the couch And now I'm here That should let you know what I'm about Reaper black suit cuz my whole team's k**ing Had to keep setting trends cuz your whole team stealin Many tell me I'm the man I ain't made it yet Tell me who the baddest, I'll see if I seen them naked yet Won't stop til I get that Mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes ain't made it yet [Cyhi Da Prince] I'm Mr Got bread like Quizno's Better known as MJ with the big nose I swear your artist couldn't see me on his tip toes Only on TV I gotta take a quick pose Let me stop I forgot this was a big show And being dope made you broke I am piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto My mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for Huh, I'm doing this for hip hop Im coming after you, him and his spot Still tied to the streets like a hitch knot Ain't nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly with a tick tock Atlanta repper in the home of the Yankee Rose wood suit on with the hanky I got rich from the zones of the stanky So everybody know my money long, lanky! So I'm flexible stretching out my decimel's Switching up the flow got the crowd going testicles Can't bleep it out cuz there wasn't nothing s**ual I'm blowing loud, somebody check the decibels I'm impeccable they put me on the pedestal And if you bite me, it's good for you like a vegatable Shows by the several, schedule full of festivals And if I ever do time than you know its federal Uh, incredible, yeah [Common] F-f-fam fam fam I'ma monster too You don't see I do things that the monsters do The incomparable, remarkable, articles About my audio technique, my technique I recognise games like the ESPY's Cold to myself I say God Bless me the truth So I speak live and directly You, I will set free my mic is where my check be Rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds of the ghetto, future of the retro Prolly in the metro just so I can get dough The name is Common but the frame is special Leave requested from the years I've invested Arrested, develop, addressed it, envelope The body of the black party from Farley to Bob Marley Go home or go hard, at home is life hardly [Kanye West] The plan was to drink till the pain over What's worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air rolling down the window Too many urkels on your team thats why your Winslow I sold my soul to the devil thats a crappy deal Least it came with a few toys like a happy meal This game you could never win Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again Get away from me lonliness Get away from me misery Get away from me fake sh**, I can't take the phoniness Get away from me wack tracks I can only make only hits I'm an only child lost in the World Where did the lonely kids go when the bell ring Feeling like hell rings Bringing me back down Checking my background Its ironic whats happening Imagine if I didn't have the ends I wouldn't have so many imaginary friends I'm spaced out Dog, I be on that Moon talk Wonder if God ask Mike how to moon walk I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more I stopped visiting around the time I was a sophmore I guess everything I hate about me I see in him And I ain't finna change, so we'll never agree again Just a few things pouring out my soul Rosewood we could see her with our eyes closed