2011 BET Cypher歌詞

Eminem: Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET, Shady 2.0, Cypher, 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse, and Yelawolf
White dog, (Thank you cracker) get'em!
Yelawolf:Put these *********** in a box and I send 'em away
Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk
And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig 'em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage
I throw up the A, I take 'em to school, I give em a grade
An Easy-E for effort, that's WWA
White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate
All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get 'em awake
I spoon feed 'em a sound, in a room full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato
with a bunch of meatheads like **** it
I'll just feed 'em a cow
Plenty of white boys to pick from this year
But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's like to pick a fight with me
It’s like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at least in my case Addidas
I'm out this *****, drinking Sprite by the two-liter
Holler, Shady records
Joe Budden: Now I need to stress to get me in,right?
Em: Hey yo,Wait wait wait! OK dawg. Yeah yeah.
Joe: I'm about to get them. I'm about to get them right.
Joe Budden: Yo, say I'm from the new school
I'mma say check your tone and watch you mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, y'all birthed then gave me up
I just perfected being hip-hop's foster child
Now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash fans are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout
I'd took the Wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern
She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy kinda wanna send me Llamas
I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me? Or is what I'm hearing just pitiful?
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's typical
My skin's thick so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt with the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, hood of your mask would be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status whores categore
Probably be that of awards were Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore
I know hip hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell
( Ladies & Gentlemen, you're scared now?)
Em:Make that face at 'em dawg
(Crooked I. Get 'em! )Crooed I.
Crooked I: I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking
I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a shot,
I hit him with proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction, somebody mentioned they got a Crooked
Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker digging a ditch for different spitters
Weak lyricists get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big picture?
The poster, I'll roast ya
My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster
It's over, control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed to
Flow is going postal even. Flow
Open season, heart close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy ***** approach, I'm squeezing, believe me
****** Westcoaster breathing
So most ya hope I'm vegan, nope I'm beefing
Rappers need to keep it trill, give me a beat to kill
Too many people still eating sleeping pills, people sleeping on my ether skills
Ay, y'all ain't even real, you 'bout to die in this cypher
Before you die, you should do the Jada and leave a Will, for real
Joell Ortiz:Yaowal,yaowal
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
Before this I was moving crack
Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink they'll remove your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't play like Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of Pain, flow brown, tight and heavy
When it come to 16's, I'm a fiend
Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream team
This is an all day slaughter
They fiending for us to break like Beyonce's water
The four quarters doing all the eating
And ya'll gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the fire ready
And tryna put me out’s like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie
Royce Da 5'9': Yeah!
I'm do or die **** and you can make the sticker sittin' on the door of that Phantom, your suicide note
Hi Rihanna.. is Nicki living with you?
Let me know so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna.. I don't need to know you better
You tell me you love my music again? We go together
Bye Rihanna.. now back to y'all fools
We rock out like the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why I keep her, I say it's cheaper to
That's why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this
You don't kill but your father Will like Jaden Smith
I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing strip
So get your wax on like Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De La Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife
While I'm cyber-***ing with Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my d-boy, Deebo thing
Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling, you know your flow is wack
We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an album that's gold
Look like without having to sell your soul, Nickel
(Go ahead)
Eminem: Wait, can I rap?
(You are the Boss, you'd better get them..)
Eminem: Ayo, Lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal
Subliminal in your swimming pool
(Yo yo yo. Come on man, kick it raw.. kick that **** approach)
(Drop it, your microphone)
Eminem: You're about 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 for what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, 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 her fricking shoebox
With a shoehorn, smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo,
Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting elbows to the *****
Yeah big deal. I took some little kids Big Wheel
And spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?
Is it dust we bout to kick up?
Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup? Between his stick shift in his frigging pickup Yelawolf
And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will till he gets hicc-ups?
Flipping the script up like Mike Vick
Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician
Cause I'd **** that trick up
Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, Let's C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Till you **** around and get dropped like an E
When you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth
It's more like a phone booth
Superman in this *****, 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 flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit
will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?
Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible
As it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute. Posdnuos
With a huge Johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and a aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain't happening
I'ma rap 'till I'm fossil fuel

2011 BET CypherLRC歌詞

[00:02.29]Eminem: Welcome to Detroit
[00:04.46]This is the BET, Shady 2.0, Cypher, 2011
[00:11.24]Myself, Slaughterhouse, and Yelawolf
[00:15.85]White dog, (Thank you cracker) get'em!
[00:22.65]Yelawolf:Put these *********** in a box and I send 'em away
[00:28.24]Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk
[00:30.23]And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig 'em a grave
[00:32.55]Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page
[00:35.12]Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage
[00:37.82]I throw up the A, I take 'em to school, I give em a grade
[00:40.14]An Easy-E for effort, that's WWA
[00:42.94]White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate
[00:45.46]All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get 'em awake
[00:48.22]I spoon feed 'em a sound, in a room full of deceivers and clowns
[00:50.74]Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the clouds
[00:53.82]And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato
[00:55.68]with a bunch of meatheads like **** it
[00:58.14]I'll just feed 'em a cow
[00:59.10]Plenty of white boys to pick from this year
[01:01.04]But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
[01:03.84]Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
[01:05.73]But what it's like to pick a fight with me
[01:07.76]It’s like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up
[01:10.45]Or at least in my case Addidas
[01:12.54]I'm out this *****, drinking Sprite by the two-liter
[01:14.63]Holler, Shady records
[01:18.79]Joe Budden: Now I need to stress to get me in,right?
[01:21.90]Em: Hey yo,Wait wait wait! OK dawg. Yeah yeah.
[01:25.56]Joe: I'm about to get them. I'm about to get them right.
[01:27.08]Joe Budden: Yo, say I'm from the new school
[01:30.65]I'mma say check your tone and watch you mouth
[01:32.54]If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
[01:35.76]Forced to wild, y'all birthed then gave me up
[01:37.72]I just perfected being hip-hop's foster child
[01:40.42]Now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash fans are copping it
[01:43.20]The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
[01:45.65]In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was dodging it
[01:48.65]I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
[01:51.55]You see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms
[01:54.26]Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
[01:56.78]You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
[01:59.18]Gotta figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
[02:02.11]If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout
[02:05.39]I'd took the Wine outta Amy house
[02:07.29]Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
[02:09.98]Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
[02:12.56]But I got this chick from uptown, she my summer bunny
[02:15.91]Both parents broke, but she come from money
[02:17.94]Think my bread is her paper to burn
[02:19.88]So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern
[02:22.63]She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
[02:25.25]Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
[02:28.39]That's why the haters envy kinda wanna send me Llamas
[02:31.05]I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas
[02:33.72]Is it me? Or is what I'm hearing just pitiful?
[02:36.07]Airwaves the same, now the stereo's typical
[02:39.24]My skin's thick so the critics ignored
[02:41.08]So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it before
[02:43.48]The boy's Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt with the black ball
[02:46.61]Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
[02:49.06]Glass jaw, hood of your mask would be the Blackfoot with no passport
[02:52.09]Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
[02:54.23]If punks had award you status whores categore
[02:56.50]Probably be that of awards were Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore
[02:59.97]I know hip hop's alive and well
[03:02.03]If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell
[03:07.66]( Ladies & Gentlemen, you're scared now?)
[03:12.01]Em:Make that face at 'em dawg
[03:13.42](Crooked I. Get 'em! )Crooed I.
[03:15.36]Crooked I: I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking
[03:18.08]I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a shot,
[03:19.91]I hit him with proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
[03:23.05]So competition's a contradiction, somebody mentioned they got a Crooked
[03:26.30]Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
[03:28.72]Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines
[03:30.98]I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker digging a ditch for different spitters
[03:35.62]Weak lyricists get disfigured
[03:37.15]Sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big picture?
[03:42.00]The poster, I'll roast ya
[03:43.72]My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster
[03:46.80]It's over, control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed to
[03:50.00]Flow is going postal even. Flow
[03:52.15]Open season, heart close to freezing
[03:54.43]Ruthless as Eazy ***** approach, I'm squeezing, believe me
[03:57.31]****** Westcoaster breathing
[03:59.16]So most ya hope I'm vegan, nope I'm beefing
[04:02.03]Rappers need to keep it trill, give me a beat to kill
[04:04.29]Too many people still eating sleeping pills, people sleeping on my ether skills
[04:08.44]Ay, y'all ain't even real, you 'bout to die in this cypher
[04:10.51]Before you die, you should do the Jada and leave a Will, for real
[04:14.88]Joell Ortiz:Yaowal,yaowal
[04:18.21]I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
[04:20.62]Before this I was moving crack
[04:23.22]Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
[04:25.96]And if I blink they'll remove your snaps
[04:28.05]You ain't cool, you wack with your foolish act
[04:30.65]Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
[04:34.60]Don't play like Tyler Perry
[04:36.58]This the Slaughterhouse of Pain, flow brown, tight and heavy
[04:39.96]When it come to 16's, I'm a fiend
[04:41.75]Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
[04:44.71]Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on
[04:47.85]Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream team
[04:50.45]This is an all day slaughter
[04:52.42]They fiending for us to break like Beyonce's water
[04:55.74]The four quarters doing all the eating
[04:57.52]And ya'll gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
[05:00.85]Ortiz keep the fire ready
[05:02.71]And tryna put me out’s like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie
[05:13.56]Royce Da 5'9': Yeah!
[05:21.66]I'm do or die **** and you can make the sticker sittin' on the door of that Phantom, your suicide note
[05:27.00]Hi Rihanna.. is Nicki living with you?
[05:29.35]Let me know so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
[05:32.39]Hi Rihanna.. I don't need to know you better
[05:34.75]You tell me you love my music again? We go together
[05:37.68]Bye Rihanna.. now back to y'all fools
[05:39.99]We rock out like the outside of a guitar school
[05:42.48]Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through
[05:45.23]Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
[05:47.97]You ask me why I keep her, I say it's cheaper to
[05:50.50]That's why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
[05:53.48]Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this
[05:55.70]You don't kill but your father Will like Jaden Smith
[05:58.76]I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick
[06:01.26]You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing strip
[06:03.89]So get your wax on like Daniel San
[06:05.92]Or I'mma have to run like De La Hoya in drag when cameras come
[06:08.98]Point out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
[06:11.36]Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom
[06:14.43]Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife
[06:16.55]While I'm cyber-***ing with Jessica Alba via Skype
[06:19.74]I'm on my d-boy, Deebo thing
[06:21.49]Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo Green
[06:24.44]Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling, you know your flow is wack
[06:27.52]We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
[06:30.25]Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an album that's gold
[06:33.41]Look like without having to sell your soul, Nickel
[06:39.77](Go ahead)
[06:44.35]Eminem: Wait, can I rap?
[06:47.06](You are the Boss, you'd better get them..)
[06:50.37]Eminem: Ayo, Lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal
[06:54.34]Subliminal in your swimming pool
[06:56.81](Yo yo yo. Come on man, kick it raw.. kick that **** approach)
[07:03.10](Drop it, your microphone)
[07:11.01]Eminem: You're about to see peace destroyed
[07:13.39]It'll never be restored
[07:14.69]When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
[07:17.46]Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords
[07:19.99]A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards
[07:22.79]A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask for what the squeegee's for
[07:25.19]Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
[07:27.76]Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns?
[07:30.53]And as for me, you ask when I'm gone "will he be mourned?"
[07:33.70]Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?
[07:37.26]Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside her fricking shoebox
[07:40.59]With a shoehorn, smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
[07:44.65]Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo,
[07:47.15]Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toed Adidas
[07:50.51]So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting elbows to the *****
[07:55.34]Yeah big deal. I took some little kids Big Wheel
[07:57.60]And spit in his frickin big kids meal
[07:59.24]Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
[08:01.92]Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?
[08:05.02]Is it dust we bout to kick up?
[08:07.22]Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup? Between his stick shift in his frigging pickup Yelawolf
[08:12.02]And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will till he gets hicc-ups?
[08:15.75]Flipping the script up like Mike Vick
[08:17.34]Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I'm a sick pup
[08:20.82]I'd be a horrible magician
[08:22.20]Cause I'd **** that trick up
[08:23.80]Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up
[08:26.66]A B, Let's C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
[08:29.85]Till you **** around and get dropped like an E
[08:32.03]When you add an I-N-G
[08:33.19]Don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC
[08:35.88]Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth
[08:37.70]It's more like a phone booth
[08:39.10]Superman in this *****, kryptonite won't do
[08:41.60]It gives me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
[08:44.28]Eat rat poison, take meteor showers
[08:46.74]Fresh outta the mental hospital
[08:48.83]And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit
[08:51.84]will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?
[08:54.51]Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible
[08:57.05]As it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute. Posdnuos
[09:00.51]With a huge Johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
[09:03.01]And a bra, some boots, some panties and a aqua blue Mazda
[09:05.72]Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
[09:08.69]So kill the rumors it ain't happening
[09:10.84]I'ma rap 'till I'm fossil fuel
[09:12.84]
  • 歌詞名:2011 BET Cypher
  • 歌手名:Eminem
  • 更新時(shí)間:2023-12-29
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2011 BET Cypher歌詞,2011 BET CypherLRC歌詞

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