A$AP Rocky - BET Cypher 2012: Man With the Iron Fists lyrics

[Intro: RZA] Ay yo, it's the BET Cypher The Man with the Iron Fists edition Film out November 2nd yo But right now check out these new hot weapons right here Driicky Graham, A$AP Rocky, Angel Haze, Childish Gambino and Joey Bada$$ C'mon, splash em son [Verse 1: Angel Haze] I came here with one intention to k** this I'm talking head in my hands, mouth on that drill ish I be on that wired insane, ultimate trill sh** And there is not a soul that can see me Like I'm not real trick Listen up n***as I'm tired of you lames I'm hungry and you looking like entire food chains And uh, it's to the point that I ain't even got to try hard Spittin' like a lake in hell, but b**hes like my God Plus n***as flicking lenses on me like a tripod 'Cuz they know there's only one eye, like cyclops You know I beat 'em to the count, to the points love I swear I never even lost in a coin toss So bow down mothaf**as, if you talking deep sh** I'll out drown mothaf**as Somebody find my rocker cause I'm literally off it I'm in the murder business I just spit you b**hes a coffin [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Yo, til the day I die, I be puffing lye f** the world, f** it dry Tell them government spies I won't cover my eyes Won't cower, won't move, cause I don't move like a coward Knowledge is power and the flower of life is ours Get as high as ours, maybe you can see the towers Scour your dirty mind and maybe you'll unleash the power We all got the potential in our body and soul Probably you know I found mines right through the pencil Started bodying flows, but f** that This be the preview of primeval hip-hop retrieval I hold illegal like them coppers hold weasels to Squeal This one for my people, heading to the top, no re-do Thinking up evil but see no evil just be Knievel You can't be this good they just made me better They told me cheese at the cams and they made me cheddar And the green only made me better See, God made three Bigs, 2 Pacs but he only made one era, The Era [Verse 3: Driicky Graham] Swear you guys slipping like some ice on a bridge Since diapers and bibs The light skin has been quite nicer than how Mike was to kids Cypher rhyming, Rikers Island, spending nights with the pen Either that or cyber-Skyping with a dyke and her friend She telling me, she gon' take my co*k to her lips Suffice to my wish, saliva and recycle my kids, gulp I'm the best, its hard to lose hope I'm spitting rappers out like orange juice pulp And looking in the mirror like aren't you dope You so clean motherf**er you should hardly use soap Something sinister, raps that minister You mortals don't want combat, I'll block and finish ya I'm seriously dope, I'm crack, I'm venomous And you are seriously poked in your crack by ministers Eww, these days rappers on my TV Are braggers about their swagger rocking karats off of Ebay But I ain't tripping, I like groupie women Who be sendin' chills up your spine when you see they booty switching Fast cars with the kufi missing, that's top off Pop off, I'm with my dawgs like Stewie Griffin n***as hear me, be like ooh he be ripping And if your girl see me she catch that Driicky spank me, do me feeling Over the money I be pooky twitching And honestly about the beef I gives a f** what who be Twittin' [Verse 4: Childish Gambino] Still good with a pen, no Joe Paterno I count Ninja Turtles, my cash flow concern them Gambino you meet him, repping east side of the A hard Got the Black AMEX, I gotta pull the race card n***as move that Kreayshawn, naw I don't carry mine Why the game f**ed up like my hairline Ay girl, you ever smoke a bowl out with Kid Cudi? You ever gotten D like you don't study? Rap game in the fast lane, with a gas tank Filled with half of these trash lames I have to say I'm such a Joey's last name Bino boy, why you spit so mean Why the flow so rich girl, them sweet sixteens He on BET and he got White people problems "Like, Whole Foods doesn't have the juice I like so I have to go to, you know Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me" Victory, history More G than a kid's movie, Royalty [Verse 5: A$AP Rocky] My name is Rock in the new drop, my destiny's to be the new Pac That n***a Rocky gotta die, he too hot It's dead on, must've been tripping and stepping in heron' Cause I'm cripping the lead on I'm getting forensics twisting your head on Traffic, mad clips, caskets, pa** this, ashes to ashes That sh**, backwards, tactics b**hes only like me for my status Living ghetto fabulous and I'm still acting ratchet Twenty-four karats, no dressing with my salads n***a with the Patch kids, steady talking cabbage Got a chick red like radish, have it b**hes think they bad til I drop them like habits No one in this cyph' has swag like I do Church with this verse, I'mma hit em with the gospel Ever since a baby, ask my old lady My first four words was, f** you, pay me