[Intro: RZA]
Ay yo, its 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 (?) vein, ultimate trill %#@!
And there is not a soul that can't see me

Like I'm not real, trick
Listen up ^!$$%s, 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 (*##$es like ''My God''
Plus ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s, if you talking deep %#@!
I'll drown you ^!$$%s
Somebody find my rocker 'cuz I'm literally off it

I'm in the murder business I just spit you (*##$es a coffin

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

Yo, critically I die, I be puffin' lye
$#&@ the world, $#&@ 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 !@() and her friend
She tellin' me, she gon' take my @@#! 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 mother$#&@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 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
^!$$%s 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 $#&@ 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

^!$$%s move that Kreayshawn, naw I don't carry mine
Why the game $#&@ed 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 %#@!, backwards, tactics
Ha

^!$$%s only like me for my status
Livin' ghetto fabulous and I'm still acting rachet
24 karats, no dressing with my salads
^!$$%s with the Patch kids
Steady talking cabbage
Got a chick red like radish
Have it

(*##$es 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

?$#&@ you, pay me?