2015 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 1

[Verse 1: Charles Hamilton]
Yo, it's the heart of Marilyn Manson
Black man in black vans
What's the happenstance of that?
Black Sabbath, I had to be the man
Rockin' the Ozzy Osbourne of doctrines
Cats can't seem to cop it, but watch it
Like BET, bet on me, I do it easily
On every frequency
Too high, too low like treble and bass
Forever you'll wait to step in my face
Like [?], I was inside her
Ribs the night she hit me, so I don't give a shit
That's quite honest, miss
I just do what I have to do like the Book of the Matthew
Come first in the doctrine, goin' back to what I have to do
Rap for you, make sure you know
That it this not an option, I get it poppin'
Quite often, often
Whatever I'm just talkin'
Going off, like Kenny Lofton, 9th inning
Gotta be the right one, and I ain't write any of this
Gotta be nice within my fitted, gotta be not a wannabe
Gotta be watchin' me, kind of goth again
I just believe in my own privacy, I gotta be the nicest off of the top
I'm not a wannabe, I said I'm a gotta be
Gothic gotta be, gotta be gothic
To have everybody watchin' me, I believe in the power of magic
I'm receivin' the magic within my power
[?] people aren't believin' the madness and the sour that I have to be smokin'
To get half as potent as the shit I've been spittin' before
The nigga is raw, might as well sniff it enjoy
'Cause this is the kid, boy

[Verse 2: Jackie Spade]
Uh
I should probably use my fifteen of fame
To tell you my name and make you think this all off the brain
Say somethin' insane so you go and look up Jackie Spade
He come from the K, doin' his thing
Live and direct from the [?] records
The Mecca of bein' reckless, the section where totin' TECs
For protection part of your dressin'
And I really don't want you to get the wrong impression, I ain't speakin' on myself
But you don't want to come up, [?], now that I got yo' attention
Y'all need to hear me, the rich gettin' wealthy
While the poor gettin' weary, the world gettin' colder
They the judge, the jury, now a nigga on his come up
Gotta keep my bible near me, so glory to God
For helpin' me strive, always on my side, down to ride
Protectin' my pride, He gon' be my guy
Through the valley of lows and highs, Johnny, rest in peace, now watch us feast
From up in the sky, ah

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Uh, yo, what up? What up?
What up, Dre? What up, Khaled?
If you don't know me now, then you will, don't worry 'bout it
I used to wanna be friends and tell e'rybody
But now I wanna be mad and just kill e'rybody
See, e'rybody watchin', like "Who does he think he is?"
Like "Who the hell is this kid?" and "Why the hell is he here?"
And "Who told him we care?" like, Yo, I'm Joyner Lucas
[?] hello, you don't remember my face
Or [?] get the memo?
At some point, I gave all you niggas my demo
You hopped inside your limos and threw it out the window
Man it's no wonder why nobody called and tried to find me
No wonder why nobody flew me out and tried to sign me
They said this game is full of hoes
And then I thought of Miley
They told me "get her while she young"
And then I thought of Tyga
Or Kylie, whatever
I gotta say a few things
And this wasn't supposed to happen
But I made it this way
And now I finally get the chance to hit the stage for the day
And address all the things that I swear I've been waiting to say
Okay let's get down to the itty gritty
You nitty bitty rappers softer than Pretty Ricky
And smaller than Iggy's titties, I shit in your kitty litty
And if I died and came back, I'm bringing Biggie with me
I ain't got no top five
I'm top five of your top five
But I'm not trying
I'm 6'3", you 5'5", but you not Plies
I'm pop-eye, I'm Fetty Wap
With a cocked-eye
You in for a rude awakening, I hope you awake
I went to Meek's crib and told him that I'm cool with Drake
Kendrick told me this is competition, who is safe
And shoutout to my exes, ya'll done made a huge mistake
When am I gonna win an award?
When are ya'll gonna realise that I'm kicking in doors?
When Dre gonna realise I ain't no shit to ignore?
When Diddy's butler gonna come and get my shit at the door?
Huh?
Now YouTube Joyner Lucas, follow me and stay
I hope that Charlamagne'll give me Donkey of the Day
I hope Preemo never drop no bombs on me
They gon' need some military bazookas and nine armies
Never been runnin' your mouth
[?] I'm puttin' my gun in they mouth
A thug and I'm coming around
And taking they sweater, they woman, and duck and I'm out
Thinning it out
Somebody calling you out, you ready to move?
Joyner get women, I'm setting the mood
And all of the niggas they get in the booth
I'm telling the truth
So what's an MVP when you strategising?
And what's an STD if you Magic Johnson?
What's a BET Cypher without me involved?
This ain't even what we all thought it was, we was wrong
Joyner Lucas

[Verse 4: Tink]
Mm, yo, look
Come correct when you address me, I'm deadly as an apocalypse
Game full of bitches, I chuck 'em: no gynaecologist
Meaner than the PO, my stelo is what they monitor
Heard I be heatin' up, now they eyein' me like thermometers
Please, competition let me know, 'cause I'm wit' it
You line me up with any man, bet I burn 'em like [?]
Tommy Hil' can't forget 'bout my figures
I put the paper in the glass, 'cause the cash I be chasin' like liquor
Come on, and they upset as if they [?]
Used to be emotion, now they breakin' like a red light
Strawberry niggas know they pockets full of shortcake
See me in the hood, jewel'ry on me like a court date
No court date, but we bangin' them hammers
We come through and leave your body in a suit like you [?]
Don't [?], you know black don't crack
Tell BET to keep it real, ain't no cypher without Tink in the back