Papoose The Cipher Freestyle (feat. Lupe Fiasco & Styles P.) (Live @ The B.E.T. Hip Hop Awards) Lyrics

[Styles P]
BET go get your recorders,
You are rockin' with the Ghost, Papoose, and Lupe the skateboarder
Welcoem to the Cipher, the beginning of rap
Before record deals, first I'mma toss it to Pap

[Papoose]
Over 100 soldiers died this month, I drop info
Out of the 100, the majority was Negroes
George Bush is on a roll like a round hero
They still findin' human remains at Ground Zero
They found them in the sewer, yea it shows
Aw man yo, I guess that's why they call it a man hole
When we say BET, we ain't tryna spell bet
Black Entertainment, Papoose is the best
Nacirema, wait 'till my album drop
He hop up, I clap him in his hip - you can call it hip-hop
Rappers be actin' like they tougher than they really is
So I sit'em in wheelchairs like Jada (Pinkett) pickin' kids
You was putin' your sneakers on the wrong feet
When Papoose was reppin' for the streets - magnifique!
You might as well face your defeat - look partna
I'll have you lookin' at ya feet like a foot doctor!

[Lupe Fiasco]
Unh, they say the game is the belly of the beast
Blunts for fingers, hollow tips for teeth
Wire taps for ears,
Nike Airs
for feet -Blasphemy for prayers,
a system for a heart
Rap music for beats, heroine for a son
and he's married to the streets, crack pipes for lungs
and he never sleeps, just spies with dice in his eyes
Loves life cuzz he likes when it dies
With a baking soda soul, he coughed up pleasure
Clothes made out of dolla bills that he sewed together
He knows, he's clever
Jealous, his house
All the liquor thats poured out goes right in his mouth

[Styles P]
Don't call me the ghost no more, call me the phantom
The gun is the barber, lemme know who want a part in they head
I don't give a "f" cuzz
Lotta brothers died over BS, nonsense
Stand up and mask so they know that you a__