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conversations.value: Write me a song called 2010 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 5 with the following description: West joined by Common, Pusha T, Big Sean, CyHi Da Prince and DJ Premier on the turntables for the biggest cypher at the 2010 BET Hip-Hop Awards.
  With the whole crew decked out in their Rosewood Movement suit attire, Ye introduced everyone in a feel-good, sloppy freestyle and then each member spit a cutting pre-written verse over Premier’s hard, ‘90s inspired drum break.
  “8 years later, your mans on fire,” Pusha’s verse celebrated of mainstream breakthrough. Both Big Sean and CyHi Da Prince boasted about women and fashion like West protégés, while Common spit some of his trademark old school conscious rhymes.
  West, as many would expect, came out on top with the final verse of the cypher. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Kanye West]
  Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
  Backing drums by DJ Premier
  Now let me count it down, who the fuck up in here
  Common
  , 
  Don
  , Old G, battle rap, oh
  That niggas know you can’t really fuck with that
  Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
  GOOD music together we too Jurassic, niggas straight plastic
  Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting
  Big Sean is a don
  Cyhi Da Prynce
  Why you so nervous dog stop being tense
  If you ain't talking bout Rash we ain't got nothing in common
  Motherfucker and thats just common sense
  [Verse 1: Pusha T]
  Came in the game, 8 years prior
  8 years later, your mans on fire
  My Book of Eli, to all my subscribers
  Play the two doors, street car named desire
  Came in Grindin’, Ye’ came Through the Wire
  Met at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired
  1st of the month, Trump to the buyers
  Red Toupée on the coupe you've been fired
  Smooth criminal, no prior’s
  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 feels like a bunny night
  With GOOD company and better jewelers
  To the Good Life, we GOOD music [Verse 2: Big Sean]
  Man, I wake up to a wet dream
  Every day’s a Friday and every nights a sex scene
  Every week is fashion week and every day I’m pressed clean
  Detroit’s Angel, I even got red wings
  I’m headed to the ball, me and three prom queens
  My life’s prom night and guess who’s the Prom King
  They having a kissing fight and I’m Don King
  Everybody know I’m coming 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 looking dumb
  Cause I’m 22 and I’m moonwalking on the sun
  Oh thats your girl? She feelin on my "whoa there!"
  Right next to a couple boaters and she tryna motor boat her
  And im coming from the w-w-westside of the Motor
  You might find banana clips ’cause it’s Guerilla warfare
  Last year I was watching this from the couch
  And now I’m here
  That should let you know what I’m about
  Reaper black suit cuz my whole team’s killing
  Had to keep setting trends cuz your whole team stealin
  Many tell me I’m the man I ain't made it yet
  Tell me who the baddest, I’ll see if I seen them naked yet
  Won’t stop til I get that Mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes ain't made it yet [Verse 3: Cyhi Da Prince]
  Yeah, 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 tip toes
  Only on TV I gotta take a quick pose
  Let me stop I forgot this was a big show
  And being dope made you broke I am piss poor
  I’m big poppa plus I’m Tupacalypto
  My mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for
  Huh, I’m doing this for hip hop
  Im coming after you, him and his spot
  Still tied to the streets like a hitch knot
  Ain't nothing fake, I’m not a Rolly with a tick tock
  Atlanta repper in the home of the Yankee
  Rose wood 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 stretching out my decimel’s
  Switching up the flow got the crowd going testicles
  Can’t bleep it out cuz there wasn’t nothing sexual
  I’m blowing 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 vegatable
  Shows by the several, schedule full of festivals
  And if I ever do time than you know its federal
  Uh, incredible, yeah [Verse 4: Common]
  (
  DJ Premier
  )
  F-f-fam fam fam I’ma monster too
  You don’t see I do things that the monsters do
  The incomparable, remarkable, articles
  About my audio technique, my technique
  I recognise games like the ESPY’s
  Cold to myself I say God Bless me the truth
  So I speak live and directly
  You, I will set free my mic is where my check be
  Rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds of the ghetto, future of the retro
  Prolly in the metro just so I can get dough
  The name is Common but the frame is special
  Leave requested from the years I’ve invested
  Arrested, develop,
   addressed it, envelope
  The body of the black party from Farley to Bob Marley
  Go home or go hard, at home is life hardly
  [Verse 5: Kanye West]
  The plan was to drink till the pain over
  What’s worse, the pain or the hangover?
  Fresh air rolling down the window
  Too many urkels on your team thats why your Winslow
  I sold my soul to the devil thats 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
   (
  DJ Premier
  )
  Where did the lonely kids go when the bell ring
  Feeling like hell rings, ringing me back down
  Checking my background, its ironic whats happening
  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 ask Mike how to moon walk
  I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more
  I stopped visiting around 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 pouring out my soul
  Rosewood we could see her with our eyes closed