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"BET HH Awards ... ratings milestone ... 4.1 million viewers" #occupywallstreet ?? - achali - 10-13-2011 01:41 AM
Heavy D: http://www.bet.com/content/betcom/video/hiphopawards/2011/performances/hha-perf-heavyd-s1.html
Jeezy and T.I.: http://www.bet.com/content/betcom/video/hiphopawards/2011/performances/hha-perf-youngjeezy-s1.html
DMX & Swizz Beats: http://www.bet.com/content/betcom/video/hiphopawards/2011/performances/hha-perf-dmx-s1.html
It was actually pretty interesting to watch. If you can appreciate Boardwalk Empire you can appreciate this. http://www.watchseries-online.com/2011/10/bet-hip-hop-awards-2011.html
Mike Epps: "This recession got these rappers out here showing more love to money than women."
Indie meets Mainstream: http://www.bet.com/content/betcom/video/hiphopawards/2011/cyphers/hha-digitalcypher-s3.html
Bigg K.R.I.T: They hollerin’ at the [kay back]. And my [crooks just slay there]./ Been killing beats since A Dead./ Me and Rhyme go way back, way back./ Time machine flow when I was slanging & riding./ If you aint reppin for your people then your shucking and jiving. / Tap dancing and sliding/ to a beat that you cant comprehend. / How dare you speak on where I’m from if you aint never been./ Fried Kool-aid who made?/ Never ate that,/ in fact,/ Grandma was cheffing for real /make meals off love and scraps./ Thank God for my [country folk and ] family./ Instead of a metaphor I’d rather think about James Anderson. / Damaging how they televise Basketball Wives/ and not tornadoes in the south and how we lost lives. /they rebuilidin. /Pray for the chil’en that had no heroes, /only the villains/ that/ tell ‘em get money. /Sleep /when you die I find it funny. /Because you rest in peace don’t mean you fast asleep in slumber. /Thank God and stay humble.
Kendrick Lamar: Pushing a hoopty, bumping the Fugees. My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie. Kendirck Lamar broke the handle of a .22, stuffed in my mouth and I ka-ka-ka killed the rappers that moved.Compton’s most wanted, I live my life in the dungeon. Came out a dragon. I could probably touch the sun with my bare hands. What are your plans, to win a Grammy? Sweet taste of victory like Oprah’s punanny? Don’t judge me. That’s just some irony, trust me. I like to laugh. And you’re lucky my sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemni’s company. Come with me to the planet Rock. And I plan to Rock.Plantation chasing. Many legends that made it. Face it. You’ll never be [pack 10] even when the planet stop. I’m 2012 on a 12 inch aiming straight at your pelvis. Elvis’ll come back . It’s a black [something]. You’re just a mascot on the Kim Kardashian ass shot.
Shady 2.0: http://www.bet.com/content/betcom/video/hiphopawards/2011/cyphers/hha-digitalcypher-s9.html
Eminem: "Lyrical miracle spiritual individual criminal/ Subliminal in your swimming pool/ You 'bout to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored/ When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores/ Wanna stop it? You gon' need a priest, at least three swords/ A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards/ A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for/ Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors/ Eat a whole in a rhyme book, do you see these horns?/ And as for me you ask when I'm gone "will he be mourned?"/ ..is puke luke warm?/ Should Casey Anthony do porn?/ Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a frickin' shoebox/ With a shoehorn and smother it in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?/ Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus?/ Joell, Yela, tell Joe I need his/ Empty box from his old shell toed Adidas/ So I can put these babies in the fetal position, to give elbows to the penis/ Yeah big deal/ I took some little kids big wheel and spit in his firggin big kids meal/ Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still/ Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windsheild?!/ Is it dust we bout to kick up?/ Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup/ Between in stick shift in his friggin' pickup/ And drink like a hick redneck hill billy will 'til he gets hiccups!?/ Flippin' the script up like Mike Vick/ Gettin' his junk bit by a pit, yup, I'mma sick pup/ I'd be a horrible magician, cause I'll fuck a trick up/ Fix your lips up to say somethin' fly, or zip up/ A B, lets C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z/ Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E/ When you add an I-N-G/ Do put a K in front of that though, when I MC/ I'm not the king of the microphone booth, it's more like a phone booth/ Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do/ It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys/ And eat rat poison, take meteor showers/ Fresh outta the mental hospital/ And me not flossin' a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll/ Be like Nas doin' Gospel or R&B.. you crazy?/ Me pushin' them daises? that thought is impossible/ As if flashin' across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute/ With a huge Johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube/ And a bra, some boots, some panties, and a aqua blue Mazda/ Swallowin' a popsicle, playing tonsil pool/ So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin', I’mma rap till I’m fossil fuel
Joe Budden: Don't blame y'all for being trash, fans are coppin it/ The radio the crime scene, the fans are the hostages/ In my youth I throw shots, the feds they were dodging it/ I'm grown, I ain't watching the throne...I'm sabotaging it./ You super mario thugs are in the wrong room/ Gotta figure here...you wont get bigger if you on shrooms/ If it was left to me, i'd devise what the game be bout/ I'd of took the wine outta of Amy's house/ Enough raps from you scrub cats talking bout cockin a snub back/ Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that/ But I got this sh1t from uptown she my summer bunny/ both parents broke but "She cum from money"/ Think my paper is her paper to burn but I lock her out/ and now she doubt "David is Stern"/ She so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi/ then dead her in the holiday inn...learned that from Max B/ Is it me or is what i'm hearing is pitiful/ airwaves the same, now the stereo is typical/ my skin thick so the critics ignored/ so unafraid to die...you think that I did it before
Maybach Music Group: http://www.bet.com/content/betcom/video/hiphopawards/2011/cyphers/hha-digitalcypher-s6.html
Stalley: Picture this: picking kicks out of Foot Locker/ Thinking how I could run evil and let the good conquer/ I’m mixing madd emotions, you know the hood’ll haunt ya/ Driving you bonkers, eating roaches, yeah: just look at Yonkers/ Most of them ain’t conscious, they just monsters/ Tryna be some mobsters/ They call me conscious, and I think I’m better/ Cause I’ll be honest: I ain’t tryna be a victim of the projects/ Or a uniformed man, I’m tryna uniform 10 million men/ Unify them, my crew, take over/ Maybe I’m beyond myself, maybe these are my thoughts:/ Should I die by myself insubordinate?/ I start a revolution by myself, you better call for help/ Til there’s no telling whose side are you on?/ Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from
Pill: There’s a war going on and I’m the general / And I’m gonna speak directly at ya, no subliminals / See all my life I was raised by a line of criminals / So all I know is stretchin mine … And my genitals
Meek Mill: Self-made, 50K the first week/ I signed with Maybach, and we did that ish the 1st week/ Before this rapping, I was trappin’, getting work cheap/ Now it’ll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap/ Sheesh! I’m like R.I.P/ I brought 2Pac Back, then it’s BIG/ America’s most wanted like G Ali/ I’m too young to be doing this, they need to see ID/ Ross said I’m hot, TIP said I’m hot, Swizz said I’m hot/ Your chick said I’m hot/ I went and bought a whip for some chicks and a drop/ Now my watch 40 colors like Trix in a box/ The money ain’t running, it’s standing still now/ I’m getting it, hustlin’ like I’m still down/ Suckas is talking like I ain’t still around/ They can’t [deal](undefined) with me, I got a deal now/ Big face hundreds, big face Rolls/ I be throwing deuces to suckers they don’t know me/ MMG the team, and I think I’m Kobe/ I’m riding on that thing with 20′s like Ginobli/ G-5 sitting on the runway/ Just to go to live on a Sunday/ I spend it make it right back on a Monday/ All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
Rick Ross: If you don’t know, Maybach is the clique/ I’m screaming “Maybach!” til I’m rich/ All the chicks see the money, flow’s never bummy/ Sat to the silks, I’m icy when it’s sunny/ Look around: we the largest in the game/ All them other boys targets and I’m flawless with the aim / Hit your block with a ? on deck/ North Philly, Meek Milly – where my doggs at?/ DC, Wale – nice ball cap! / New Rolls Royce, Royce, yeah I’m all that/ A couple milli in the bag and my face good/ Buy the chick a new bag when she taste good/ 10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood/ Smoke ? you know it taste good/ Scoop pills, 5 G’s on a phone bill/ Sunlight Stadium, smoke on my home field/ MMG man, we smoked out..
RE: "BET HH Awards ... ratings milestone ... 4.1 million viewers" #occupywallstreet ?? - achali - 10-28-2011 05:45 PM
"Bars on Deck" cipher f. Blu, Homeboy Sandman, Oddisee, Das Racist, Final Outlaw.