ASAP Rocky - BET Cypher 2012: Man With the Iron Fists lyrics

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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 kill this

I'm talking head in my hands, mouth on that drill ish

I be on that (?) vein, ultimate trill shit

And there is not a soul that can't see me

Like I'm not real, trick

Listen up niggas, I'm tired of you lames

I'm hungry and you lookin' like entire food chains

And uh, its to the point that I ain't even got to try hard

Spittin' like a lake in hell, but bitches like ''My God''

Plus niggas flickin' 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 to me niggas, if you talking deep shit

I'll drown you niggas

Somebody find my rocker 'cuz I'm literally off it

I'm in the murder business I just spit you bitches a coffin

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

Yo, critically I die, I be puffin' lye

Fuck the world, fuck a (?)

Tell them government spies I won't cover my eyes

Won't cower, won't move, cuz' I don't move like a coward

Knowledge is power, and the flower of life is ours

Get inside (?), maybe you can see the towers

Towel 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

(?) this be the preview of primeval hip-hop retrieval

I hold illegal like 'em coppers hold weasels to squeal

This one for my people, heading to the top no re-do

Thinkin' 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 camps and they made me cheddar

And the green only made me better

See, God made three bigs, two pacs but he only made one error

The Era

[Verse 3: Driicky Graham]

Swear you got slippin' like some ice on a bridge

Since diapers and bibs, the light skin has been quite nicer

Than how Mike was to kids

Cypher rhymin', Rikers Island, spendin' nights with the pen

Either that or cyber-Skyping with a dyke and her friend

She tellin' me, she gon' take my cock to her lips

Suffice to my wish, saliva and recycle my kids

Gulp

I'm the best, its hard to lose hope

I'm spittin' rappers out like orange juice pulp

And lookin' in the mirror like ''Aren't you dope?

You so clean motherfucker 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 Pope, and you're crack by ministers

Eww, these days rappers on my t.v. 

Are braggers about their swagger rockin' karats off of Ebay

But I ain't trippin', I like groupie women

Who be sendin' chills up your spine when you see they booty switchin'

Fast cars with the kufi missing, that's top off

Pop off, I'm with my dawgs like Stewie Griffin

Niggas hear me, be like ''Ooh he be rippin'''

And if ya girl see me she catch that ''Driicky say 'Do me' feeling''

Over the money I be pooky twitchin'

And honestly about the beef I gives a fuck 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

Niggas move that Kreayshawn, naw I don't carry mine

Why the game fucked up like my hairline?

Ah, 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 16s

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 is to be the new Pac

(?) like Rocky got the (?) too hot

It’s dead on

Must have been trippin' and steppin' in heron'

Cause I’m crippin' the lead on

I’m getting forensics twistin' your head on

Traffic, mad clips, caskets, pass this

Ashes to ashes

That shit, backwards, tactics

Ha

Niggas only like me for my status

Livin' ghetto fabulous and I’m still acting rachet

24 karats, no dressing with my salads

Niggas with the Patch kids

Steady talking cabbage

Got a chick red like radish

Have it

Bitches 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

“Fuck you, pay me”