2010 Pt. 1

2010 BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher 5 (G.O.O.D. Music)

DJ Premier on the beat

Uh, G.O.O.D. Music, this our year

Backing drums by DJ Premier

Now let me count it down, who the fuck up in here?

Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh

Y'all niggas know you can't really fuck with that

Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic

Good music together we too Jurassic, you stay plastic

Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed everybody 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

Fuck that and that's just common sense

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

But at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired

1st of the month, Trump to the buyers

Rent too paid on the coupe you been fired

Smooth criminal, no prior's

Man in the mirror, check no liar

Still like that butterfly like Mariah

Show me the money the black Jerry McGuire

Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right

West Hollywood feels like a bunny night

With GOOD company and better jewelers

To the Good Life, we GOOD music

Man, I wake up to a wet dream

Every day's a Friday and every nights a sex 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 that's your girl?

She feelin on my water right next to a couple boaters

And she tryna motor boat her and I'm 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's to let you know what I'm about

Reaper black suit 'cause my whole team's killin'

Had to keep setting trends 'cause 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 see them naked yet

Won't stop till I get that Mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes ain't made it yet

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

If 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

I'm coming after you, him and his spot!

Still tied to the streets like a fish 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 decimals

Switching up the flow got the crowd going testicles

Can't bleep it out 'cause there wasn't nothing sexual

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 vegetable

Shows by the several, schedule full of festivals

And if I ever do time than you know its federal

Uh, incredible, yeah

F-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 audible technique, my technique

I recognize game 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

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 urkles on your team that's why your Winslow

I sold my soul to the devil that's 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 shit, 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 what's 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 asked Mike how to Moon walk

I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more

I stopped visitin around the time I was a sophomore

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