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"The Cypher Live With DJ Premier"
[BET Hip Hop Awards 2014; performed by Arsonal, Couture, Calicoe and Murda Mook]

[Verse 1 - Arsonal:]
I'm from Newark, South Ward, you know the crime rates
You better weigh your armor, me and karma on a blind date
I used to sell firearms through the tri-state
I made money off ratchets, the Mona Scott mind-state
My lil homie got an AK bustin'
Big ratchet blazin', bitches She Nae Nae puffin'
If your bae-bae comin', I gotta hit it first
On the Kardashian, I'm trynna Ray-J somethin'
We all eat, I brought my team to the jock
All the groupies wanna do is be seen with the squad
This year Mook was crowned king, I seen with my eyes
But ain't no church in the wild, so what's a king to a God?
Cassidy duckin' me, Murder Mook duckin' me
Me and Joe Budden beef over with luckily
And for the rest of you industry niggas kickin' it
I want y'all in this ring, tell mommy sign the permission slip

[Verse 2 - Couture:]
My momma told me "break a leg" backstage, "it's all yours"
Now I'm snappin' on cam, salute to Paul George
I got it locked, Rhode Island on the map
Now a G to the AR in the field with his cat round
I hold my own, all my hitters in the background
Trigger happy pimpin' yeah, they quick to lay the Mac down
Ride with the blinky, makin' power moves like 50
I'm too live, fancier than Iggy
Said I'm the queen in this game of chess
I'm right now and I'm rated next, hangin' with the vets
Jewerly ice cold, look like I'm doin' the ALS
I'm in your city but I'm holdin' down my state
These rap chicks is food, throw 'em on my plate
You got four, bring four more, they gettin' eight
I already got the caskets, I'll see y'all at the wake
Man I ain't got time to chop it up with fakes
Since day one, I been A1, you can pour me on a steak

[Verse 3 - Calicoe:]
I got a million on my mind, nigga
So I ain't trynna waste a minute of my time with you
It's always ones that not around that wanna shine with you
I was taught to show the love to the ones that grind with you
Show shout out them boys that I'm gettin' paid with
And shout out to Wiz jumpin' on Day's shit
Ain't make no money from music, but I done make hits
If I was makin' it up, it probably would make sense
And BET deserve a round from us
Last time this year, I was in the streets wildin' bruh
Detroit, they still ain't heard the real sound from us
No disrespect, but if they take it personal, then round 'em up
And Uncle Snoop talkin' bout he got the loudest blunts
Threw him a zip and now that boy cop his pounds from us
My momma tell me I scare her hangin' with all these guys
But all these guys sayin' I ain't hangin' around enough

[Verse 4 - Murda Mook:]
So they threw me to the lion's pit
I came back with the lion, taught 'em how to sit
Sit, I'm nice, better acknowledge it
Or I'll fight the whole show like I'm Jocelyn, get me?
All these suckers lollipop'n
Club the olly oxen, they always wanna get in free
King of battle rap, comfortable in first place
Hear the finish line is all mine, heard Drake?
Have you flash back and the actin' is real here
Cripple your career, put it back in a wheelchair
Get killed here, ain't no chill here, my demeanor
Don't play the field here, Degrassi, it ain't greener
I'm a detinator, because of recent events now
You gotta be strapped in the elevator
I smell the paper, lead me to the power
Chicks holdin' my rod like Mimi in the shower
I'm a horror, BET ain't me to bring
I'm shinin', Steven Hill me Stephen King
Grindin', leaves, pills, leaves, and spring
You buyin', you need a deal, I need a ring
And I'm that boy that you all should fear, cold
I don't be short and it's all good here
Better know your boundaries or let the four wood flare
Jack boy surround your door and they all stood there
Last time they had me viewin' from the back seat
Second I was by dude-in-that-blue-hat seat
This time I'm on stage with a rap sheet
I'm doin' pretty damn well if you ask me
Now the teleprompter tellin' me get off
The voices in my head still tellin' me to get off
It's that Rick Ross weight loss, chillin' on the beach
Figure since I'm here might as well make my own speech
Like first, wanna thank everybody that tried diss me
Second I wanna thank all you bitches that wouldn't kiss me
Third I wanna thank all the fags that didn't list me
It's because of y'all that we here makin' this history
But let me stop, cause I see I'm goin' over top
Y'all don't even know what I'm sayin'
Y'all just know it's hot

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