LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBET Cypher 2010
[Kanye West]Uh, Good music, this our yearBacking drums by Dj PremierNow let me count it down, who the fuck up in here?Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, ohY'all niggas know you can't really fuck with thatPusha T, the Clipse just made a classicGood music together we too Jurassic, you stay plasticRamadan with the flow, guaranteed everybody fastingBig Sean is a donCyhi Da PrynceWhy you so nervous dog stop being tenseIf you ain't talking bout Rash we ain't got nothing in commonFuck that and that's just common sense what the[Pusha T]Came in the game, 8 years prior8 years later, your mans on fireMy Book of Eli, to all my subscribersPlay the two doors, street car named desireCame in Grindin', Ye' came throught the wireBut at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired1st of the month, Trump to the buyersRent too paid on the coupe you been firedSmooth criminal, no prior'sMan in the mirror, check no liarStill like that butterfly like MariahShow me the money the black Jerry McguireWest Hollywood feels like a bunny nightWith Good company and better jewelersTo the Good Life, we Good music[Big Sean]Man, I wake up to a wet dreamEvery day's a Friday and every nights a sex sceneEvery week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed cleanDetroit's Angel, I even got red wingsI'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queensMy life's prom night and guess who's the Prom KingThey having a kissing fight and I'm Don KingEverybody know I'm coming soon like Lebron's ringI'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter, Sean Combs and Connery all in oneWhoever told you sky's the limit is looking dumbCause I'm 22 and I'm moonwalking on the sunOh thats your girl?She feelin on my water right next to a couple boatersAnd she tryna motor boat her and im coming from the w-w-westside of the MotorYou might find banana clips 'cause it's Guerilla warfareLast year I was watching this from the couch and now I'm hereThats to let you know what I'm aboutReaper black suit cuz my whole team's killin'Had to keep setting trends cuz your whole team stealin'Many tell me I'm the man I ain't made it yetTell me who the baddest, I'll see if I see them naked yetWon'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'sBetter known as Mj with the big noseI swear your artist couldn't see me on his tip toesOnly on Tv I gotta take a quick poseLet me stop I forgot this was a big showIf being dope made you broke I am piss poorI'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalyptoMy mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for?Huh, I'm doing this for hip hopI'm coming after you, him and his spot!Still tied to the streets like a fish knotAin't nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly with a tick tockAtlanta repper in the home of the yankeeRose wood suit on with the hankyI got rich from the zones of the stankySo everybody know my money long, lanky!So I'm flexible stretching out my decimalsSwitching up the flow got the crowd going testiclesCan't bleep it out cuz there wasn't nothing sexualI'm blowing loud, somebody check the decibelsI'm impeccable they put me on the pedestalAnd if you bite me, it's good for you like a vegetableShows by the several, schedule full of festivalsAnd if I ever do time than you know its federalUh, incredible, yeah[Common]F-f-f-fam fam fam I'ma monster tooYou don't see I do things that the monsters doThe incomparable, remarkable, articlesAbout my audible technique, my techniqueI recognize game like the Espy'sCold to myself I say God Bless me the truthSo I speak live and directlyYou, I will set free my mic is where my check beRah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds of the ghetto, future of the retroProlly in the metro just so I can get doughThe name is Common but the frame is specialLeave requested from the years I've investedArrested, develop, addressed it, envelopeThe body of the black party from Farley to Bob MarleyGo home or go hard, at home is life hardly[Kanye West]The plan was to drink till the pain overWhat's worse, the pain or the hangover?Fresh air rolling down the windowToo many urkels on your team thats why your WinslowI sold my soul to the devil that's a crappy dealLeast it came with a few toys like a happy mealThis game you could never winCause they love you then they hate you then they love you againGet away from me lonlinessGet away from me miseryGet away from me fake shit, I can't take the phoninessGet away from me wack tracksI can only make only hitsI'm an only child lost in the WorldWhere did the lonely kids go when the bell ringFeeling like hell ringsBringing me back downChecking my backgroundIts ironic whats happeningImagine if I didn't have the endsI would'nt have so many imaginary friendsI'm spaced out Dog, I be on that Moon talkWonder if God asked Mike how to moon walkI swear to momma wish me and my father talk moreI stopped visitin around the time I was a sophomoreI guess everything I hate about me I see in himAnd I ain't finna change, so we'll never agree againJust a few things pouring out my soulRosewood we could see her with our eyes closed
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