[hip-hop music]
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- Yo, welcome to the 2022 "BET Hip Hop Awards" Cypher.
I'm Ray Vaughn, and I got some people with me.
Topaz Jones,
Deetranada,
Baby Tate,
Sauce Walka,
DJ Hed. Let's get it.
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- ♪ Uh, had to recharge I'm back on they ass ♪
♪ Play if you wanna I'ma show you who bad ♪
♪ Most known and I don't have to flash ♪
♪ I got me some fronts so I shine when I laugh ♪
♪ Love a chick with a little class ♪
♪ She getting the bag on the side ♪
♪ She be flipping them packs how you mess up ♪
♪ Now you mad I'm upping my status ♪
♪ You ain't appreciate what you had ♪
♪ I'm stacking the profit got fur on my head ♪
♪ I like stepping in Marni uh-huh ♪
♪ You think I came all the way out of here ♪
♪ And I wasn't going to represent Baby, you dumb ♪
♪ I used to lowball myself now I charge 'em a grip ♪
♪ And a half just to pick up a thumb ♪
♪ Just hit a play worth 10K ♪
♪ Soon as I leave here, I'm going to pick up the funds ♪
♪ Shoutout my homegirls picking up ones ♪
♪ Shoutout my homeboys serving that yeah ♪
♪ It was a point in time nobody cared ♪
♪ Now everywhere I'm at I just know they gon' stare ♪
♪ Lord, forgive 'em if they ever wanna try ♪
♪ I get a P break it down at the Hyatt ♪
♪ Told the little bitch I'm from Baltimore ♪
♪ All she wanna talk about now is the mother-- riots ♪
♪ Dissing tell that bitch to come out of hiding ♪
♪ Trying to visit call my girl, and we riding ♪
♪ If these is my hitters, and them is your hitters ♪
♪ Then we cannot hang we a nation divided ♪
♪ NADAWORLD ♪ [laughs]
- ♪ BET, why you put me on pushing P ♪
♪ I won't push a peon off a boat into the sea ♪
♪ He pushing paper in her purse ♪
♪ And she passing it off to me ♪
♪ Put it in my pocket, baby, the definition of P ♪
♪ You a player, perpetrator ♪
♪ You paying her for them cheeks ♪
♪ Baby mama got your kids, and you ain't paid 'em in weeks ♪
♪ Ain't sent money for sneaks ♪
♪ Little junior need him some cleats ♪
♪ He want to be a running back ♪
♪ But his daddy running them freaks ♪
♪ That shit weak ♪
♪ Who else going to pop this power ♪
♪ And this pimping for these streets ♪
♪ Food for the brain, knowledge that your soul can eat ♪
♪ Real player Louis boots, alligator ♪
♪ You slime snitched and told the whole story ♪
♪ He a narrator ♪
♪ What you think a snake going to do around interrogators ♪
♪ You are what you eat, so who bite rats for better flavor ♪
♪ Switch your appetite ♪
♪ Mama lost her baby and her faith ♪
♪ She trying to fight ♪
♪ You done shot her son up in the club ♪
♪ To get some stripes ♪
♪ Biden ain't gonna help her ♪
♪ He too busy riding bikes ♪
♪ I be rapping real life ♪
♪ No fiction ♪
♪ Who else gon' drop these bars ♪
♪ And stop these kids from pushing prison ♪
♪ Sauce stayed independent pushing Maybachs and Bentleys ♪
♪ Ain't nobody pushing me ♪
♪ I'm the rapper with the braids ♪
♪ They scared of Pusha T ♪
♪ Master P ♪
- Yeah, yeah.
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- ♪ Um, first of all, before I start ♪
♪ Just know I push a pen ♪
♪ Now that we got that out the way ♪
♪ Don't say that shit again ♪
♪ Do I be pissing old heads off? ♪
♪ It depends ♪
♪ They worn out and tired ♪
♪ Now call Michelin ♪
♪ Baby Tate, I got hella stamina ♪
♪ Taking shots, I don't need a camera ♪
♪ Wanna know why I talk so much shit ♪
♪ Don't blame me bitch, blame Atlanta ♪
♪ Went from Candler Road to Panamera flows ♪
♪ I ain't never have to go and touch a stove ♪
♪ My mani-pedi always shitting on 'em ♪
♪ So I ain't sorry if I step on toes ♪
♪ I'm a outrap, outsing ♪
♪ You know my duck set, outbling ♪
♪ I don't know what your moodboard ♪
♪ Would look like without me ♪
♪ Your man wanna feel this mouth piece ♪
♪ Get on the grill if you got beef ♪
♪ It's only one chick with the skill set of a real threat ♪
♪ That's me, bitch ♪
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[cheers and applause]
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- ♪ Hey ♪
♪ It's probably 'cause I'm Black and I'm luminous ♪
♪ Rhyming lunatic ♪
♪ I spit that you could shine up your shoes with it ♪
♪ Who is it? I don't feud with them ♪
♪ If I can't Google 'em ♪
♪ Type of dudes who sit behind computers ♪
♪ Using a pseudonym abusing my style ♪
♪ I should sue the pants of yous as a souvenir ♪
♪ Then pose for the photo with my boot on your boutonnière ♪
♪ And post it to the net with no caption ♪
♪ Topaz'll have 'em toe-tapping ♪
[stomps] ♪ To the sound ♪
♪ Of a toe tagging ♪
♪ Who else you know macking ♪
♪ Like laptops with the apple bite ♪
♪ After this there'll be no humble left ♪
♪ Only bragging rights ♪
♪ Let's just put every rapper who cyphered
♪ In a bag of rice like ♪
♪ Thanks for coming out for the taping ♪
♪ I hope you catch your flight ♪
♪ Quit acting like we ain't come through
♪ The door swinging ♪
♪ They saying it's a movie ♪
♪ Is yours award-winning? ♪
♪ Regardless of what Score, The Source ♪
♪ Or Pitchfork give 'em ♪
♪ Guaranteed you big three reconsider forfeiting ♪
[indistinct]
[cheers and applause]
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- ♪ The boasters never sip with whiners ♪
♪ Making this good music's the reason I could pick designer ♪
♪ No Benihanas ♪
♪ We ate noodles with the chimichangas ♪
♪ Was walking round with nine ♪
♪ Man, free Brittney Griner ♪
♪ As a younging, man ♪
♪ I was stealing off the collection plate ♪
♪ But by the age of seven ♪
♪ I knew that Mama lived off Section 8 ♪
♪ Before them laundromats ♪
♪ I swear I been knew how to separate ♪
♪ They asked me, what's my stance on life? ♪
♪ Well-- I'm standing next to great ♪
♪ 'Cause TDE's the army ♪
♪ You can't get in if you ain't enlisted ♪
♪ Forty-pointers in my off-season ♪
♪ Like Caucasian chicken ♪
♪ Once I get a haircut, I just don't know how to act ♪
♪ 'Cause, yeah, I cheated ♪
♪ But I act just like Kanye to get her back ♪
♪ 'Cause we was kids throwing rocks at cops ♪
♪ Just to see who run quick ♪
♪ We got off on some bad notes ♪
♪ That's Ray J singing "One Wish" ♪
♪ Before we had Hummers ♪
♪ Been through more shit than a plunger ♪
♪ Man, free YSL 'cause since Young Thug ♪
♪ We been some gunners ♪
♪ Industry full of baby boys ♪
♪ Y'all ain't pushing P ♪
♪ Top the librarian ♪
♪ Talk to him about my booking fee ♪
♪ Homeless shelters ♪
♪ Say the wrong thing, and you get cooked for free ♪
♪ My girl know that me and being faithful ♪
♪ Is like pulling teeth ♪
♪ I see y'all in a sleeping bag ♪
♪ I got a bigger bag ♪
♪ Stingy with this money like Mr. Krabs ♪
♪ I don't dance, but I can dig and dab ♪
♪ Thinking you the wave and missed the cab ♪
♪ I know Corona is over, but fix your ♪
[cheers and applause]
- Yeah.
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