G.O.O.D. Music Cypher (From 2010 BET Awards) (Lyrics + Video + Live/CDQ MP3s)

19 Oct

The best cypher of a show full of really good ones. Kanye, in particular, spits a goosebump-inducing verse, but there are quotables in every verse.

Download the live MP3 from the show here via 2dopeboyz or the high-quality MP3 here via Pigeons and Planes. Lyrics after the jump.


(Kanye West)

Uh, G.O.O.D. Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down, who the fuck up in here?
Common, the don, OG, battle rap
Y’all niggas know y’all really can’t fuck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
G.O.O.D. Music, together, we too Jurassic
Niggas straight plastic
Ramadan with the flow, guarantee everybody fastin’
Big Sean is the don, Cyhi Da Prynce
Why you so nervous, dog? Stop bein’ tense
If he ain’t talkin’ ’bout rocks, we ain’t got nothin’ in common, motherfucker
And that’s just common sense

(Pusha T)

Came in the game, eight years prior
Eight years later, your man’s on fire
My book of Eli, to all my subscribers
Play the two-door streetcar named desire
Came in grindin’, ‘Ye came through the wire
Met at the crossroads, Bone Thugs-inspired
First of the month, trunk to the buyers
Red toupee on the coupe, you’ve been fired
Smooth criminal, no priors
Man in the mirror, check, no liar
Still let that butter fly like Mariah
Show me the money, the black Jerry Maguire
Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right
West Hollywood, this feels like a bunny night
With good company, and better jewelers
To the good life, we G.O.O.D. Music

G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music

(Big Sean)

Boy, man, I wake up to a wet dream
Every day’s a Friday and every night’s a sex scene
Every week is Fashion Week and day I’m pressed clean
Detroit’s angel, I even got red wings
I’m headed to the ball, me and three prom queens
It’s my prom night and guess who’s the prom king?
They havin’ a kissin’ fight and I’m Don King
Everybody know I’m comin’ soon like LeBron’s ring
I’m Big L, Notorious, Big Pun
Shawn Carter, Sean Combs, and Connery all in one
Whoever told you sky’s the limit is lookin’ dumb
‘Cause I’m 22 and I’m moonwalkin’ on the sun
Oh, that’s your girl? She feelin’ on my wooder
Right next to a couple boaters and she tryna motorboat her
And I’m coming from that Wa-Wa-Westside of that motor
You might find banana clips ’cause it’s guerilla warfare
Last year, I was watchin’ this from the couch
And now I’m here, that’s to let you know what I’m about
Reaper-black suit, ’cause my whole team killin’
Had to keep settin’ trends, ’cause y’all whole team stealin’
Man, they tell me I’m the man, I ain’t made it yet
Tell me who the baddest, I’ll see if I seen ’em naked yet
Won’t stop ’til I get that Mercedes 700 CLK
And Mercedes ain’t made it yet

(Cyhi Da Prynce)

Yeah, I’m Mr. Got Bread Like Quizno’s
Better known as MJ with the big nose
I swear your artist couldn’t see me on his tiptoes
Only on TV, I gotta take a quick pose
Lemme stop it, I forgot this was a big show
If bein’ dope made you broke, I am piss-po’
I’m Big Poppa plus I’m Tupacalytpo
My mind is a weapon, what I need to pop a clip fo’?
Huh? I’m doin’ this for hip-hop
I’m comin’ after you, him, and his spot
Still tied to the streets like a ish knot
Ain’t nothin’ fake, I’m not a Rolie with a tick-tock
Atlanta repper in the home of the ‘Ye
Rosewood suit on with the hanky
I got rich from the zones of the stanky
So everybody know my money long, lanky
So I’m flexible, stretchin’ all my decimals
Switchin’ up the flow, got the crowd goin’ testicles
Can’t bleep it out, ’cause that wasn’t nothin’ sexual
I’m blowin’ loud, somebody check the decibels
I’m impeccable, they put me on the pedestal
And if you bite me, it’s good for you like a vegetable
Shows by the several, schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time, then you know it’s federal
Huh, incredible


F-f-fam, fam, fam, I’m a monster, too
You don’t see it, I do things that the monsters do
The incomparable, remarkable articles
About my audible technique, my technique
I, recognize game like the ESPYs
Cold to myself, I say God blessed me
The truth, so I speak live and directly
You, I will set free, my mics is where the checks be
Ra, I echo, I echo, I echo
The sounds of the ghetto, future of the retro
Parley in the metro, just so I can get dough
The name is Common but the frame is special
Leave requested, from the years I invested
Arrested, developed, addressed it, envelop
The body of the Black Party, from Farley to Bob Marley
Go home or go hard, and home is like hardly

(Kanye West)

The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what’s worse, the pain or the hangover?
Fresh air, rollin’ down the window
Too many Urkels on your team, that’s why your wins low
I sold my soul to the devil, that’s a crappy deal
Least it came with a few toys like a Happy Meal
This game, you could never win
‘Cause they love you then they hate you, then they love you again
Get away from me, loneliness, get away from me, misery
Get away from me, fake bitches, I can’t take the phoniness
Get away from me, wack tracks, I can only make only hits
I’m an only child, lost in the world, where did the lonely kids
Go when the bell ring? And feelin’ like hell raise
Is bringin’ me back down, checkin’ my background
It’s ironic what’s happenin’, imagine if I didn’t have the ends
I wouldn’t have so many imaginary friends
I’m spaced out, dog, I be on that moon talk
Wonder if God asked Mike how to moonwalk
I swear to mom, I wish me and my father talked more
I stopped visitin’ ’round the time I was a sophomore
I guess everything I hate about me, I see in him
And I ain’t finna change, so we’ll never agree again
Just a few things pourin’ out my soul
Rosewood, we can see y’all wit’ our eyes closed

G.O.O.D. Music!

One Response to “G.O.O.D. Music Cypher (From 2010 BET Awards) (Lyrics + Video + Live/CDQ MP3s)”


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    […] We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what’s worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, r… Don’t make me pull the toys out, huh Don’t make me pull the toy-o-oy-oys And fire up […]

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