Song: 2009 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3
Artist:  BET
Year: 2009
Viewed: 34 - Published at: 6 years ago

[Intro: Mos Def]
Peace, welcome to this cypher. Black Dante, Black Thought, Eminem. We in Brooklyn, I gotta do this for Brooklyn. Listen, real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Mos Def]
For sinners, saints and scramblers
And gamblers, and dirty money handlers
Dignitaries and champions, narcotic traffickers
Talented number runners and racketeers
Stars of stage, page and cameras
Slang swingers and swaggerers
Double barrels and Derringers, automatics and miracles
Europe, Asia and Africa, all the time in America
Atlantic, Ashland, Albemarle to Albany
Bridge into Baltic, Bedford Ave., Bergen Street
Clinton to Cadman, Church Ave. to Clarendon
Road to Central Avenue, Cooper House, Cypress
And live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest
High flyingest pilot bombardier from Pyrrhus
Stationed live and direct, Medina mastermind set
Ya can't lock my set, now lock off, cool
Peace to the nation of the Gods and the Earths
And the Sun, Moon and Stars, furthermore born knowledge
Go hard
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Uh, yeah, yeah, check it out, remix
Risin' up out of the flames like a phoenix
Strainin' to carry the weight of my brain like a genius
Knowin' I'm sowin' seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest
If I said it I mean it, and did it because I need it
Eat, sleep it, and bleed it, write it down and then read it
Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk is deleted
Blastoff, I lay 'em out like a Tempurpedic
Black Thought, I told you I'ma win eventually
This unsung, underrated, underappreciated
The one them underachievers had underestimated
Finally graduated from somethin' that's so hated
To one of the most sacred, nobody gon' take it, face it
I keep doin' it well, doin' it sans assistance
Is do it yourself, doin' it below the radar
We doin' it stealth, doin' it again
For Illadelph and who else, but check it out
Y'all see him on a job, see my eyes focused where the prize be
I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everythin' inside me
Dear Diary, my fans still swear by me
Even though I'm late night now like here's Johnny
Swimmin' with them great whites now is how to find me
Funny how it break right down, but never mind me
I'm forever grimy, guess it's just Philly shinin'
Rock rolla, bi-polar like Phyllis Hyman
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Like a dope fiend opening up a bottle of dopamine
You're just hoping he don’t get rope for your throat to choke anything
Oh, and just think how dope he could be if he smoked anything
Oh, there goes the bell, the sound of the opening ding
I hit you as hard as barbiturates in the ribs
With a switch and stitch you at the same time before you can flinch to it
My is so big, if I add another inch to it
You would swear when I you that you was actually into it
I'm not a baller, but you can bet your fuckin' bottom dollar
That I remember when I was without a dollar bill in my wallet
Now, watch me kill a koala while I maul a chihuahua
Bum a pill off of Paula like, "Let me holler at you, mama"
It's like I'm off the bombom when I bring the ' drama
Used to bomb ya like Saddam, but now that I'm a little calmer
I'm a ' cross between Osama, Dahmer, Obama
And Dalai Lama
Tell Miley I'm a knight in shinin' armor
Mail a gift to Taylor Swift's trailer a picture of my genitalia
With a note sayin', ", I can't wait to ya"
Drug paraphernalia, beware, the werewolf will kill ya
That's him in his sheep's clothes, he just shaved his hair off, Cecilia

( BET )