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Okay, there it is. Oh, man, happens every time. Oh, okay, whatever. All right, yo. Do, do you not know who I am by Now? I hope you do, but if you don't, Steve Skacks, the man, the myth, the legend, the Most beautiful man in the world, fucking Philadelphia sex symbol. You already know who the fuck I am. I hope you know everybody who's here, And if you don't, you're about to get familiar. We are in the one and only legendary Marcin House, the mighty, mighty Marcin House. Cyphers have been popping for years, freestyles, All that shit. Let's fucking go. Yo, rock night of the living dead. Spitting the blue microphone to turn it red. It's the average mankind living this landslide. Holding the hustle to rhyme and rubble to pass By. You simple got nothing better. The better measure is underneath the endeavor to Leave you past your fetter. Geez, with the rappers That are gone with the laughter. It's whatever you've been doing 'til I close the Next chapter. I am booking the pages, The army of phrases. Nothing that you do to Lock you behind cages. This is UF without the C, word to Shogun. My hooah will kick you over your ovaries. Pussy half rappers, nothing half-bastards. Leave your words hanging from the fucking light Rafters. Whatever you're doing is halfing and human, And anything proven is already what I'm pursuing. I'm still a hip-hop legendary. I give you the fairy, grow wings on my Back that are stronger than canaries. You a fairy bitch rapper, nothing that you holding On to. Toothless half words to arrange you. I will take you underneath the definition of the Correlation to the depth that I'm wishing. I'm on a star, giving you something to who You are. You riding on a carpet, sitting with Jafar. I am too hard, god body for whatever. I could take the words to whatever you endeavor. Danku, the cypher, whatever, speak it. I am Seven Oddities, the life of the weakened. Peace it. He killed that. that. Yo, uh. Brutal soul spit the groovy flow. Hit a couple jumpers then pass it like Rick Rubio. If you ain't know, I go by the Name of KO. H in the flow will leave You spinning like a dreidel. Yeah, Turkish silver with the caramel coffee. I'm in the lobby, come and find me, my Bullcroft behind me. Rap used to be a hobby. Spit it back like cotton molly. Think you can see me? I'll take your eye, Code Hammurabi. Don't get it twisted, I'm sicker Than liquor in your system. Was independent, now represented and getting bigger. Other rappers standing stiff just like an action Figure. While I'm getting it, you getting pissed 'cause I ain't rapping with you. Better buy some Tickets when we tour through your town. Get with the sound, I'm done waiting around. Either jump on board with us four or watch The stage from the crowd. Either way, New Age Philosophers, no one's stopping us now. Bow. Come on, Seven Weapons. Yeah, let's go. It's about time. Uh-huh. I'm a fire starter, drying your saliva water. And we're grinding harder, riding 'til I die a Martyr. Time Warner, AOL, money in the same seat. Taste beef, causing heat, wave when I wave heat. I'ma stay street, labels ain't pay me yet. So I chase after burners like a Navy jet. Sweat beads release to your cheekbones. Sleep blown, soaked sheets, you deep in the heat Zone. Y'all parasites ever dare to fight us. Cook your paradise, put you where the Fahrenheit's Up. I'm a swarm thug, born with warm blood. Mini torch in the shorts, Sin City Mickey Rourke. Set up shop, your block locked down. Take over your whole block like it's Pop's town. Move it or get put up in a suit Bluish. Adjust to this newest, but you ain't used To it. Produce coupe music, you stay home. Or end up a pile of brave bones with A gravestone. You ain't grown, you Raven-Symoné age, Home. My name known, I take change like a Payphone. Display chrome like a Dougie buggy. Ain't no buddy-buddy with that bloody money in my 2020. I'm like a husky Chucky, rep now official. Stuck your old head dice game without a pistol. And I got so many handguns I could recycle Them to a flagpole to the damn sun. I'm on a hunt for your pocket with a Pack of Boo Capital One gun like, "What's in Your wallet?" We sell retail weapons until the arm's Gone. I pedal metal like Lance Armstrong. I pop for my ringers like a video broad. 'Cause I'm known for my finger like Arsenio Hall. I'll whoop you with a cocked pistol, put you In the hospital. You'll freeze around me like I'm The wood in a popsicle. Your hood's not the issue 'cause it's shut down. So from uptown down, this be us now, The Weapon. Yeah. Napoleano, Hannibal law, Man versus animal thoughts. I be the last man standing in the land Of the lost. Home of the brave with so Many sold, it's all for the pain. The vultures came, took it over, and the culture Was slain. Plain and simple, my train of thought's Invincible. My brain's a symbol, raise my potential, You gain the info. Sinful, my insight is tight Like it's the lag type. Make the paper bleed, Wield the dagger when I write a scalpel. Slice, fallible might, it's quite a sight, my Caliber. Sort of like an insatiable appetite, Poe. Marvin Hagler-like, package it right. See it clear like a fiend after a hit Of the pipe. You just a neophyte, Poe Neo-like Or such as. Neo Geo multiplied by forty thousand Gigabytes. Solidify my square, fly in the Lear. The blind fear wanna press pause on all the Bullshit that I hear. I appear like Muhammad in Medina with Khadijah. Connect words, give the gift of motion to Paraplegics. Never plead allegiance to my awareness. Where the one percent collect the rent and got The nerve to call it fairness. We lost hope from DC to Moscow. My soul's a cosmos, my thoughts full of chaos, Though. Murder séance flow, full of nuance, Though. Who the best? Stupid question like, "Who wants dough?" Faye Long gone, we prosper, day long gone. Why do DJs play it when they hate y'all Song? Peace to Trayvon, Naeson Jones, We stay strong. Ferro gum, dangerous like Adolf with A bomb. I stay strong like a panther, group Is after the show. And by now it's obvious To you I master the flow. Yo, Poe philosophical, think logical. Bars dead the crowd, afterparty popping at the Hospital. Yeah. go by the name of Mr. Fuck Your Feelings. GGO the team and we here To make a killing. Fuck being the good guys, I got a whole team of villains. You talking slick, full clips'll have your brain Spilling Uh, nigga, let me roll up 'cause I've Been macking bitches since I was chilling in my Stroller. Chasing my dreams and I think I'm getting Closer. A hundred forty-four thousand, running this Game, nigga, it's over. Weirdo niggas, meet the ear holes, nigga. Raised by a woman, taught to fear no nigga 'cause these niggas bleed, too. We go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow, watch how many Punches I'ma feed you. Go left 'cause I know right. Stay high, you a low life, and we won't Go back like pedals up on them old bikes. And yeah, my flow is just so cold like Middle of December in Alaska where it snow white. So no, you can't hang with us. Nah, you can't bang with us. Judah in the building, so we got Wu Tang With us. Huh? Yeah, Uh. The flow's the livest, leave no survivors. I spit sick shit, kid, my saliva's Ebola virus. Don't catch a cold, you'll die, but your flow Is garbage. And I ain't hating, I'm just being Honest. I only promise the violation. This your annihilation, say goodbye as I am hating. You spitters only nice as liars hit the Uh, Raw deal, I get them all killed. Massacre, it'd be a bigger mess than that oil Spill. Don't matter if it's larger and small bills, Just don't come short. The martyr good in any Corner like George Hill. I see the pain that I done caused in Your mom's grill. Born to kill all you wack Niggas, this God's will. Since the day I came out my moms on June 4th, who would've thought I'd be an MC And pimp like Too $hort? But there's a lot of industry cats that don't Skanks to blow up like I'm an illegal alien And rap was Arizona. Raw deal, I get them all killed. Massacre, it'd be a bigger mess than that oil Spill. Uh. Yo, I'm so young, going dumb on the instrumental. Yes, I got the hottest pencil, but I'm never In the Benzo. I'm in the bucket, flow golden, Don't touch it. Never listen to the puppets 'cause Popping like a shove it. For the public, fuck The game, fuck your crew, fuck your name. Never wanna hear you talk, so just stay in Your lane. Memories is haunting, vivid pictures in My brain. But I'm fighting through the storm, don't Think I'll ever be the same. High up in the clouds, looking down on you Lames. Since I get the bigger picture, I'll just Go and get a frame. I'm just saying, we The best to ever do it. This music what I'm doing till my death, I'm Just improving and ruling, you fools is stupid. I put in more effort than you little shits. Word to your brother. Smoke up in the clouds Lighter, hotter than an oven. It's nothing. Okay, okay. Staying up and Staying up, insomnia is acting up. Ambien just ain't enough, I still stay up and Lay in the cut. Your shit is rough, yeah, I am tough, but words are words and being Such. Folks don't work, they lurk for luck. I'm hurt and murked, where's my crutch? Uh, I'm biting on a bullet and drinking till I'm clueless. I'm not doing it for coolness, to Be honest, I find it foolish. Be honest, I am foolish. Not help myself from bullshit. I keep going till I'm loose or Lucifer get Out the cool whip. Slashes on my back, reaction Is how I act. Subtract, you know the math, Fraction the monkey on my back. A therapist is scared of this, a mental fucking Terrorist. Derailing, Ms. Compare, miss the icon of carelessness. I can't see in colors, my obstacles feel like Rubbers. All I hear is I'm trouble, so I'm Left in the rubble. I feel I have a Lot to offer, but my motivation's awful. I approach things as careful and the stopping is So thoughtful. Fuck you and whatever your opinion Is, brought ya. I got some people yelling, "Catch Him on the side," they'll leave you frosted. We gotta raise it up. Supreme in the building. 144, here we go. Ayo, ayo, smack a frame of lamb. Here I come with the ill flow, I'm skillful. Form a rhyme rougher than Brillo. For real, though, if I kick it soft like A pillow. And with a wicked chick, I wanna Stick like a dildo. So like the legs of a hoe, Supreme is Coming up. Staying in first and never second like A runner-up. I done them up, all the opposition Every step in. I'm trying to get to repping This MC profession. You can't turn the dials when my styles be Going off. Even Lorraine and Bobby couldn't cut my Jones, no. Showing no racket, raps like a fracture. I flip my scripts like an upside down actor. Holding my own, never known for the dull raps. The lyrics remain on my brain like a skull Cap. Dull raps, check back like a professor. When it comes to rap, guess what? I'm gonna touch ya. Yo, my lyrical style's on Point like a laser. Yo, the regulator shake your Hips like a pager. Major, never minor when I'm coming through slicing. Supreme up in your ear like my name was Tyson. In the third round, mad sound pump from An MP. I'm an MC shining all around like Rim speed. Don't tempt me, make maneuvers just like Marines do. Vex, I throw a hex like a Cat be doing voodoo. Who do you respect when it comes to this Rap game? The clique that keep the spot blow Like catching poopain. Tremaine, you be hawking the style that I be Using. I treat the mic like drugs 'cause I'm Constantly abusing. The privilege to rip it, departed bone rusher. Cats call me Maul like I was King of Prussia. Don't test the style, staying wild like Deuces. Never wack, I leave them cats in the Back like cabooses. What? Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Pro Pesci, yeah, uh. Peep the etiquette, Pesci one of the best to Spit. Represent Staten Island, we wilding for Presidents. No voting either, I'm zoning, Choking for potent reefer. Game tight, even when I was broke, I was Stroking divas. Hoeing the meters for politicians is Plotting on me. Rolling the beat as the coppers Ain't even following me. Your category is basics and I'm the opposite. Never popping shit, I'm the leader Of my conglomerate. So ask about me, don't ever flash all your Cash around me. Go ahead and try it, you Probably dying, my clan is rowdy. We playing with y'all, we quick Fans is godly. The Audi the same color as the grams we Stash in alleys. Heavy like Fralies, you dating me And the game is married. Faithfully slaying these Rappers, can't even keep a tally. Body the beat when I'm throwing darts like an Archer is. Harder than your hardest shit, labels Can't even market this. Half of these rappers are bullshit, spreading rumors Like children. I'm OJ-ing these bitches, now I show You how to kill them. The feeling, my lines Can make millions from billions. I break your fucking spine into billions on a Billion. They call me Gemma Morrow by the way My music hits you. Bitch, I feel no sorrow, I'm killing pups like ginger grits do. Doing everything I can just to make myself a Hustle. And I dump the hottest verses, so call Me Brian comma Russell. I'm as lethal as Mac and I keep my Pieces intact In love with these raps, So I see through the wax. My phone's cut off 'cause I couldn't make this Check. I'm over two thousand dollars in debt and Really breaking a sweat. If only if I had Jennifer check, you know, From Jennifer's Body? I swear Megan Fox be dope On fuck me 'til Lindsay Lohan meets the Bridezilla. Free to It. Uh, Look. Yo, yo. I'm crazy with this chainsaw, The Hellraiser. Wolverine claws, y'all get murdered In the bathroom stall. Chemical imbalance, I'm off the wall. The Horseman, I cut off your head to play Racketball. If you don't like God, no, Stay in your place. I elevate, assassinate like I Was Leatherface. I got a guillotine, I make a Killer scream. I'm half heaven, half hell like I Was Constantine. I haunt you in your dreams, I stalk your regime. I'm cutting vocal cords, now you can't even scream. Leaving the face gangrene. You better pray to yourself and hope God is Listening. Look, it's Hell's henchmen, keep your Distance. If I raise my palm, I make the Equator start flinching. My wrath is worse than 9/11. I'm ready for Armageddon, equipped with a MAC-11. With two magazines for my M16. Got a Smith & Wesson with a scorpion sting Crease. I'm hotter than Miami Heat. I don't move my mouth, I let my Ruger Speak peace. I got poisonous lips. My left hand holds a slave whip. Right hand shoots hollow tips. I'm deadlier than Michael Myers. I hold them down with some barbed wire or Choke 'em out with a pair of pliers. You can't shake the God, so lay down. Semi-automatic, erratic with Trey pounds. Shakedown, take down. How you like me now? Fourth and goal like Touchdown. God's like, "Come on through, Z-U." Bully in the house, now can I get A sue? Cash Rules, crack statues. Bare hands, beer cans 'til I crack skulls. A monster hawk, watch where you walk. The guns will spark, fucking with gorillas after Dark. Look, lion just roar, supreme warlords. Raw swords, heavy metal and ghetto destroy sword Boards. Grave digger, nigga from RZA to Fu Quan. Buddha Monk, stomping these chumps to drop bombs. Teflon, up an echelon. Poison venom and dealing the busta rhymes. Woo-ha, peace out. Ooh-hoo-hoo. Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo. Yo. This is the first time I've ever been stumped On an outro. Son of a bitch, that was Crazy. Yo, we got... Where is everybody? I know we got some crazy Places in the building right now. I'm gonna just Turn and look at everybody. We got fucking Milwaukee, Wisconsin in the build-or Milwaukee's in The building, right? New York is in the building? We got fucking Staten in the building. We got fucking Jersey, right? Yo, we got fucking, this is like three or Four states in this motherfucker. Philly. Fucking Philadelphia in the motherfucking building. Go Eagles. You already know I'm the sex symbol, So that's what it is. Steve Skacks, Marston House, Fucking everybody in the building, thanks for coming Down here. Thanks for keeping us mighty and better Than everybody else.