2011 BET Hip Hop Awards - International Flow Cypher BET (Ft. Estelle, Lecrae, Nitty Scott & Soprano)

[Intro: Estelle]
This right here we call [?]
Over old school beats like it's the new new
You like my hair, right? Said, it's that new 'do
Nitty Scott MC [?] come and kill it, dude, do it, do it

[Verse 1: Nitty Scott]
Nitty came to spit it and kick it like Kung Fu
See, I could off your whole catalog with a one-two
Pop dumb lyrical puns with a fun crew
Better step your rhyme up when I come through
Droppin' bombs like Saddam; who's sane? Not me
The way I lose my noggin in hollin' the melody
The people say Church to the O.N.E
So you lookin' like Satan to a God MC
I'm tired of these rap shenanigans, I wanna be a fan again
Don't nobody want another mannequin
My bars got casualties, I catch 'em casually
Word-vomit on the mic, don't touch it after me
B, 'cause that would be unsanitary
Oh snap, it's the real life rap Halle Berry
I think I'm better now, I think I'm Coretta
Get a Circa 9-0, Nitty Scott in the Center, uh

[Verse 2: Lecrae]
You probably watchin' like "Man, I never heard of him, I'll murder him
The nerve of him rockin' with Pr—Premier, that's so absurd of him"
Wait until he spit a couple verbs and 'em
If you really wanna hate, wait, he got the word with him, I heard him holla
Jesus the notorious, no
The most glorious, homie, so laborious
Boring us with these choruses, horrible at it's core, it's just
Killin' us, call the coroner, unimpressive ain't floorin' us
Hey, this what happen when hip-hop let the saints in
Tailored to snatch the mic swiftly like Ye did
But them awards can't follow you to the grave
You livin' for them whips and chains? Then you a slave
Uh, prayer don't stop time, it kills hours
They lookin' for a savior, but we killed ours
Still he rose like Derrick, no bull
You wanna meet the Lord? Come holla, I got pull