- [Narrator] When it's lights, camera, action
on the Hip Hop Awards green carpet,
artists know that it's more than big drip,
interviews, and flicking it up for social.
It's also about them bars.
- You want me to spit?
- [Narrator] Join us as we take a look back
at the best freestyles and must see moments in the booth,
starting in 2016.
♪ Radio Remy, I keep a few sponsors ♪
♪ I'm fresh for real, these (muted) are imposters ♪
♪ Take away they stylers, they don't know what style is ♪
♪ I've been fly since junior high ♪
♪ (muted), you the biggest bird on "Sesame Street" ♪
♪ And I'ma scramble your egg, keep runnin' your beak ♪
♪ Y'all may be to strong like wu-futon ♪
♪ Watch my water purify like a baby newborn ♪
♪ Newborn, new baby, (muted), man be on some new wave ♪
♪ New wave and all the things that we do ♪
♪ Man, we do crazy ♪
♪ And you got Benny Boo, man, dudes crazy ♪
♪ Too Swayze with Big Tig ♪
♪ Shout out to big, big crib ♪
♪ Shout out to 999 ♪
♪ Shout out to smoke a lot, lot ♪
♪ I got Big Tigger on my left ♪
♪ I'm in the building and you know I do it to the death ♪
♪ It's the BET cipher, hip hop cipher ♪
♪ Hip hop flower, act like you know ♪
♪ I got Crooked in the back ♪
♪ He never come wack ♪
♪ He always come with the real hip hop facts ♪
♪ He reppin' West and I'm reppin' East Coast ♪
♪ We the rappers with the most ♪
♪ And you know we told the toast ♪
♪ You don't that Crooked I's hot ♪
♪ Tell me why not ♪
♪ Is it 'cause the mind blocks in your blind spot ♪
♪ I sleep with one eye open like an insomnia ♪
♪ Strict as cyclops 'cause I could rest in a pine box ♪
♪ I'm on so many blunts, can't even count 'em ♪
♪ I'm so high I fell up my stairs instead of down 'em ♪
♪ I'm so high, I call out America Airlines ♪
♪ Hey, yo, Big Tig, I (mute) it up every time ♪
♪ Tried to keep my lid on ♪
♪ But everybody around me takin' shots ♪
♪ So it's only right that I bring the champagne ♪
♪ No better feelin' than knowin' victory is ours ♪
♪ We claimin' ourselves ♪
♪ Instead they go on interviews ♪
♪ And make up names for themselves ♪
♪ Just to gain some security and fame for themselves ♪
♪ These seven year signees should be ashamed of themselves ♪
♪ My manager, on the way to being famous as hell ♪
♪ Still got a set of horns that cost a finger a pair ♪
♪ But not the ones that you could see ♪
♪ I got the ones that you hear ♪ ♪ I move keys, no drugs ♪
♪ I play on dangerous scales ♪
♪ I grew up with jumpmen, goodfellas, and killers ♪
♪ My homies catch a case ♪
♪ Man, I send letters to the (muted) ♪
♪ I ain't hatin' but I ain't get no bread with them (muted) ♪
♪ I feel like it should have been me instead of them (muted) ♪
♪ I wish the doctors and the paramedics was quicker ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm sick with the (muted) ♪
♪ I need my medicine, (muted) ♪
♪ (muted) talkin' indirect, I step to them (muted) ♪
♪ I wouldn't give a (muted) ♪
♪ If there was ten of them (muted) ♪
♪ Hey, crack six (muted), I'm on a six man spree ♪
♪ Your girl think you a gangster ♪
♪ I think that (muted) can't see ♪
♪ (muted) say they gonna hit me ♪
♪ Y'all whole clique fear me ♪
♪ I get your hitman hit up, they call me Hitman P ♪
♪ I got for my local, but I know Cuz Reckless ♪
♪ I ain't gotta sleep in the projects ♪
♪ I did enough stressin' ♪
♪ My father was a rollin' stone ♪
♪ But taught me one lesson ♪
♪ Through your dirt, on your own ♪
♪ Your friends be the ones tellin' ♪
♪ I know it broke my mother heart to know her son sellin' ♪
♪ I had coke in the dresser, trifilin' (indistinct) ♪
♪ I had a dream Biggie'd feature me on "Life After" ♪
♪ I be with my same (muted) ♪
♪ I don't really like rappers, (muted) ♪
♪ Can't make a song for nothing but they nice actors ♪
♪ Go and get a movie role ♪
♪ Go baggin' up tuna roles, raw (muted) ♪
♪ I come from a block where you seen it ♪
♪ But never saw (muted) ♪
♪ I be at the juice bar, my weed grass in (muted) ♪
♪ My younger just came from up north ♪
♪ He wanna pop (muted) ♪
♪ Tryin' to teach him something about life ♪
♪ And how we started ♪
♪ The streets treatin' us well ♪
♪ For what it's worth, I'm like a soldier ♪
♪ I'm holdin' out for the (muted) like I roast her ♪
♪ I keep her by my side so if they flex (indistinct) ♪
♪ I keep my head high 'cause they don't want me in the gang ♪
♪ These (muted) pump fake ♪
♪ Like I ain't bringin' in the change ♪
♪ Like they don't really know my name ♪
♪ (muted) (muted) is tweakin' off ♪
♪ You pause, that don't stop my flow ♪
♪ I go 'til the beat cut off ♪
♪ On the block some things fall off ♪
♪ I'm in these streets (indistinct) ♪
♪ Just a younger version, home of Philly ♪
♪ Where my brother's murdered ♪
♪ Lames in the game talkin' change ♪
♪ What you doin', it's ruined ♪
♪ They downright squeeze like a Doogan's ♪
♪ My new (muted) said, "Mook, when you gettin' me home" ♪
♪ I'm bad credit, ho, it's hard to get me alone ♪
♪ You gonna rap make it fast, the (muted) that I'm on ♪
♪ My thoughts in harmony, (muted) ♪
♪ I'm too busy to bone ♪
♪ But, I said, it's like Insta, right ♪
♪ 'Cause you gonna know I like it if I hit it twice ♪
♪ Think I'm buyin' what you sellin' 'cause I'm not ♪
♪ Come on, man, from here on, the lyin' gotta stop ♪
♪ I made a extra scene, extended clip (muted) ♪
♪ Big grips, been through hell ♪
♪ Get your whip flipped, passenger, driver will ♪
♪ Though the ten (muted), his grill ♪
♪ Dentists can't fix this ♪
♪ I was told don't leave my plate until all of it's finished ♪
♪ I'm talkin' wait, like, whoa ♪
♪ You'll be on in a minute ♪
♪ His (muted) ditched him, left home with no cause ♪
♪ Amber Alert, man, his wigs had a bald ♪
- [Narrator] 2017.
♪ Try to reply, what do you choose, simply irrelevant ♪
♪ Cynical evident, please wrestling evidence ♪
♪ Keys moving when definite, so goes for the president ♪
♪ Bleed red from the government tears ♪
♪ I'm the don, drinkin' the Crisp, hoppin' your chick ♪
♪ She all on my (muted), I'm all on her (muted) ♪
♪ Look at my clique, they're A$AP's (muted) ♪
♪ A-S-A-P-F-E-I-G, Big Tigger, ♪
♪ I'm jigger and you know me ♪
♪ If you lookin' for some hits, I got ten on the way ♪
♪ I ain't (muted) with these (muted), I'm a industry virgin ♪
♪ Penitentiary flows, reinventin' the chore ♪
♪ Listen to (muted) ventin' they soul ♪
♪ Gettin' in they hoes, (muted) a dead ♪
♪ Leave that (muted) in the cold, whoa ♪
♪ I'm too used to doin' (muted) that I do ♪
♪ You (muted) get up on my (muted) about that auto and tune ♪
♪ All I do is get (muted) in the booth ♪
♪ (muted) don't make sense ♪
♪ So I ain't tryin' to do (muted) for you ♪
♪ Look, if it don't make dollars, don't make sense ♪
♪ And if it don't make you holler, than it won't pay rent ♪
♪ All the real (muted) who listen to rhymes ♪
♪ In time, the only name y'all gonna mention is mine ♪
♪ My (muted) is divine, you try ♪
♪ We're henchmen in the grime ♪
♪ Kind that lynch men over dimes ♪
♪ Let me remind, all y'all, I lynch me over rhymes ♪
♪ So, when you spit don't go over that line ♪
- [Narrator] 2018. ♪ See ain't no bad credit ♪
♪ Make "Late Night' like Letterman ♪
♪ Stop meddlin' in my beeswax ♪
♪ The way they rock they clothes for you ♪
♪ Don't you know I'm Hoosier fan ♪
♪ Mic in hand, I ain't tryin' to snatch your man ♪
♪ But I can and I will though ♪
♪ I mean, for real, though ♪
♪ LMFAO, like I'm watchin' "The Chapelle Show" ♪
♪ When (muted) was rocky I was still ♪
♪ At the weigh-in with Drago ♪
♪ Baby girl, do anything if you make a deposit ♪
♪ Head good, (muted) good, tomato, tomato ♪
♪ Led her to the bank, tell her just do what I say ♪
♪ If the movement ain't movin', then move out the way ♪
♪ It's on me, life is a movie ♪
♪ Give it all it takes ♪
♪ Boy, this (muted) go hand in hand ♪
♪ So we gotta break ♪
♪ I feel like I'm bleached ♪
♪ Please, don't try to compete ♪
♪ No, try to compete ♪
♪ You (indistinct) ♪
♪ Please, it's time you see ♪
♪ Please just hide, you'll see ♪
♪ They pepperin' me, just put the camera on me ♪
♪ Yeah, put the camera on me ♪
♪ Sell out the seats, sell out the seats ♪
♪ I been sellin' out seats, sugar with tea ♪
♪ Yeah, my daddy a G, I'm on (indistinct) ♪
♪ For the guava jelly they produce ♪
♪ Even though thrown fecal ♪
♪ Mad to own a platter made by they oppressor ♪
♪ I shatter all the chatter that seem to make us lesser ♪
♪ Than anybody that put on they drawers the same way I do ♪
♪ Name could be Motley ♪
♪ The way I get this rockin' with my crew ♪
♪ But it ain't, my name's Tobe Too Cool ♪
♪ Ladder pat, rat-a-tat, cataracts with the trigger ♪
♪ Let mine spray, Kanye, the MAGA cap (muted) ♪
♪ We can talk but just be cautious ♪
♪ I've been long in this snap ♪
♪ But, regardless, I'm the hardest of artist who's wack ♪
♪ And chief told me tell these (muted) ♪
♪ Ain't no arguin' back ♪
♪ SpongeBob, I got a slug that'll talk to you cats ♪
♪ Do I feel like Goldust ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm goin' out with a bang ♪
♪ Pull up in the roof, I'm off the top with Big Tigger ♪
♪ Yeah, too fly, that boy be too free ♪
♪ Get it any day, get it any way ♪
♪ Black button-up, young Black button-up ♪
♪ Tellin' (muted) pull up with them things ♪
♪ I got it buttoned up ♪
- [Narrator] 2019
♪ Kimmie be so propane, I'm cocaine, it's (muted) ♪
♪ Every hit like a quarter brick ♪
♪ I could co-train you (muted) ♪
♪ What, baby, baby, show me that (muted), baby ♪
♪ Squat, baby, baby, show me that (muted), baby ♪
♪ They left and and saw you when they give the win to me ♪
♪ You gotta pay a toll 'cause this life ain't free ♪
♪ I'm on the world of bitches 'cause I stay trying ♪
♪ And I'ma get my mom out the hood and take her to a beach ♪
♪ I hear her heartbeat, yes, tide low ♪
♪ 'Cause she stressin', there ain't much ♪
♪ Tryin' to get the bills low ♪
♪ Don't awake the Gorgon mic ♪
♪ I might turn to Gargamel, catch you in the woods ♪
♪ And turn you rappers to a fairy tale ♪
♪ Murder we know very well ♪
♪ Say we from the nine where it's good life and peace ♪
♪ Until a (muted) got a rod ♪
♪ Until a (muted) gotta rob ♪
♪ I see 'em comin' off the top, yeah ♪
♪ All many dudes turning flow into a cotton ♪
♪ Now I'm bread dues, turn the cot into a spot ♪
♪ I feel like I'm still payin' debts for what my dad did ♪
♪ 'Cause mama loved me ♪
♪ But I know she blamed me for the madness ♪
♪ Don't compare me to another (muted) in this rap (muted) ♪
♪ They taught what they woulda did ♪
♪ I really took action ♪
♪ You ever seen your big brother ♪
♪ Tweakin' off of crack, (muted) ♪
♪ Hit I-95 with a pack stuck in traffic ♪
♪ Terrified, but knowin' the reward if I carry mine ♪
♪ Sleepin' at the rest stop ♪
♪ Other (muted) was scared to drive ♪
♪ Tell 'em when I get that bag, then I ain't sharin' mine ♪
♪ I was street certified for a (muted) was verified ♪
♪ When I was high on my horse, they took a low blow ♪
♪ And now they askin' for my photo ♪
♪ So, yeah, I took a break but here I come ♪
♪ Caught me lackin', I ain't run ♪
♪ Generations full of hatred, I'ma scared to make a son ♪
♪ 'Cause instead of raisin' kings ♪
♪ We turnin' slaves who praise a gun ♪
♪ Or that end up in a bin 'cause take my life ♪
♪ I ain't the one ♪
♪ Too many Black people dyin' ♪
♪ I'm talkin' Black on Black crime ♪
♪ When they try to make you feel wrong for doing right ♪
♪ Pay them no mind ♪
♪ Look, I used to be a middle school teacher ♪
♪ Now I'm rappin' ♪
♪ All my students clappin' ♪
♪ Free Matt and I don't drive a Maybach ♪
♪ But clap for me 'cause I finished payin' Sallie Mae back ♪
♪ This is how we instant replay ♪
♪ Big Tig up in the booth with that dude DNA ♪
♪ Yeah, I put a dude right in a real casket ♪
♪ I got a part Nas, I've got ill matics ♪
♪ Everybody wanna do it, it be real tragic ♪
♪ I get back in the booth and this is real magic ♪
♪ Everybody wanna play now ♪
♪ Til the gun make you dance like you James Brown ♪
♪ Well, Tigger right now, we up in A-Town ♪
♪ If there's ever issues, I'ma bus like it's Greyhound ♪
♪ Lotta MCs came in here, was actin' scary ♪
♪ We came down, y'all wanna be part of the crew ♪
♪ But let me tell you that White girl look harder than you ♪
(Tigger laughs) (smooth hip hop music)