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$$
C'mon, splash 'em son
[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
I came here with one intention: to kill this
I'm talking head in my hands, mouth on that drill ish
I be on that wired insane, ultimate trill shit
And there is not a soul that can see me
Like I'm not real, trick
Listen up niggas, I'm tired of you lames
I'm hungry and you lookin' like entire food chains
And uh, its to the point that I ain't even got to try hard
Spittin' like a lake in hell, but bitches like, ''My God''
Plus niggas flickin' lenses on me like a tripod
'Cuz they know there's only one eye, like cyclops
You know I beat 'em to the count, to the points love
I swear I never even lost in a coin toss
So, bow down to me niggas, if you talking deep shit
I'll drown you niggas
Somebody find my rocker 'cuz I'm literally off it
I'm in the murder business I just spit you bitches a coffin
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Yo, 'Til the day I die, I be puffin' lye
Fuck the world, fuck 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 fuck that
This be the preview of primeval hip-hop retrieval
I hold illegal like I'm copping, 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, 2 Pacs but he only made one error
[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
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 TV
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?
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 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
More G than a kid's movie
[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
My name is Rock in the new drop
My destiny's to be the new Pac
That nigga Rocky gotta die, he too hot
It’s dead on
Must've 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
Bitches only like me for my status
Livin' ghetto fabulous and I’m still acting ratchet
24 karats, no dressing with my salads
Nigga with the Patch kids
Steady talking cabbage
Got a chick red like radish
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”