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Ethan, where that beat at? Oh, there we go. Oh, is everybody ready now? All right. Steve Skacs. We are at Marston House. The mighty, mighty Marston House. Yo, I just gotta say something real quick 'cause This shit has been driving me fucking crazy. Marston House is the longest-running cypher series In the whole fucking East Coast. If you say otherwise, you're full of fucking shit. 50-plus cyphers, 500-something YouTube videos. Fuck everything you think about your cypher. That shit's wack. Our shit is better. So you mighta heard this might be the last One. Sike, nah. Uh, Uh. I said I stay fucking sexy, bitches. Smoking on them Eddies. You stay fucking fat, Bitches. Smoking on that reggie. Pockets getting fat, dawg, it's getting kinda heavy. Holes in your head and I ain't even need A semi. I'm ready for this bullshit. Pack another fucking clip. Can't see me now, you staring in a bunch Of mist. Upset and I'm chemical, even diabolical. Fire got lit, but I already stopped dropping rolls. Hey yo, ho, she just want the blow. Call me the ditch digger, I'ma stretch you out A hole. Whoa, Alley, now you talking a little Dirty. I'm going HAM on these bitches, why even Show 'em mercy? Stuff your fucking bitch, call her Good turkey. It's madinworld, I'ma always stay Thirsty. Who worthy to battle me? False assault and battery. I'ma be a dirty fiend when I come up, So up C. Yeah, I mean, yeah, bitch, look And see what I create. Fuck these kids are More than the coaches up at Penn State. Rape. Uh. Yeah. Uh. They try to tell me that the game Ain't this. And the game ain't that. Like the pain ain't thick. And the rain ain't black. The body count is enormous. Several accounts of mourners. Giving it all I got to the day I'm Labeled a goner. Look, don't listen to them people 'cause they're demons. That's motivating the Scheming. I'm motivational speaking like Dr. King, Malcolm X, Al Sharpton, Dalai Lama. I body anybody with shotty and body armor. Ah, body karma and I dance with the devil. I'm surrounded by parasites like I'm Hansel and Gretel. The ghetto requires metal. Hear the shots when they echo. Somebody gassing 'em up. Them niggas filled up with petrol. Pinocchio, I'm Geppetto. Hard and I never settle. Real nigga to the day that I die. I try to tell 'em that I'm married to My music, my wife. I never lose it, my Grind exceeds my hustle. I'm praying y'all don't confuse it with the rest Of them. They say I do it like the Best of them. It ain't the haters, it's the Labels, I'm upset with them. I should be invested in, I'm talented and fly, Too. And I'm doing real good, nigga, tell me How are you? I paint a lyric so vivid. Lyric still living. Long story, weak verse, Yet so exquisite. In the kitchen cooking cheese as In a skillet. Lines like dopamine so I guess They are addicted. I'm in my own section, Just 198. Vacancies were the appetizer, So I ate. I let the dominoes fall, Then I dominate. These words are my relatives, So we relate. And I establish mad habits. I don't rap, I spit madness. I'm cracking the wackness of fake MCs and status. Comprehensive from forensics, straight bullets, Unintended. It's sending a message to my soul to Fight for men's in. Check. Yo. Yo. I said my melodies are heavenly, seven years Past 70. '96 till infinity, the heavens gotta credit Me. From the doom of the womb, I live With longevity. I'm the great, no debate, I stomp on every enemy. Jealous beards hearing fear, plotting on my entity. Remedios is healing you, teaching you every remedy. Teaching you every remedy, nigga. Guap. Guap Mills, uh. I got shoes that I ain't even wore yet. I got clothes not even in the store yet. You fly, but last year I wore that. Pockets fat, never looking like a doormat. Never do I wanna say I can't afford that. No school or a job, I can't support that. Everybody want Parks newborn pack. I smoke weed, hell no, I ain't gon' snort That. Your garden, mm, oh. I smoke, I smoke, I smoke weed, hell no, I ain't gon' snort that. I smell pussy like I just stuck my nose In it. Your garden fresh, baby, let me put My hose in it. When it come to this Rap shit, I am prolific. Need a gold chain, this the hip hop Olympics. Guap Mills about to go for the gusto. Niggas say they cutthroat, they breath smell like Butt, though. All they do is talk shit, keep It one hun, though. By any means, Malcolm X When the funds low. Bitches say they care, but I still can't trust hoes. All I smoke is loud, sound like a gun Show. And I roll 'em long like the nose On Gonzo. Once I light it up, send a Text, we done, ho. Uh. Uh. Goddamn, I paper thick like Juju Smalls, I go Too hard. All these niggas on my dick, I Be like, "Pause, go get some sauce." See me counting money, want some pause, bitch, get Lost. I'm Picasso with the R, she said, "Guapo, You so smart." I know, I know, I am Not no dummy. Ever since I was a youngin, I just wanted to get money. Used to want sex real, real bad. Now all I want is that money and a Bag. And that money and a bag and care About bitch with a big fat ass and you Know I'm gon' tag. Not about sex, All about checks. Not about head, All about bread. Girl, I got money for your New hair. If you got money, shape up your Bed. Chasing money, I got no fear. My money straight, no, it ain't queer. Just like a car, always keep a spare. You never know when you're gon' need it. I stay with money, no, the fuck it ain't A secret. Wake up in the morning, Eat my Wheaties. I'm fly, not from Tuskegee. Aloha, gotta get this dough up. Pockets fat like Oprah's chocha. I just do what I'm supposed to. Youngins fucking up, I be like, "I told you." Goddamn, I tried to tell 'em. Try to get it right before you end up A felon. Uh. Guap Mills. You see the beast like Lyrical assassination. Hitman, masturbating, foreplay. Told you, no way, I'm not exaggerating. Hot as the desert, you better go have a Chat with Satan. He'll tell you I'm helpless Sever the heads of all those ass-baking Or whoever Think they are tough enough to match the Saiyans That's like Malcolm X screaming, "Yo, pass the Bacon" That would never happen, never happen and I'm Past the breaking No dice for procrastinating, no Ice for the ass is shaking Flow nice, delivery Like all my raps is sacred Lethal with the Pen and I got a vivid imagination The hack's All in the mash I'm chasing A couple of Wack industry cats, so I got a couple gats Waiting Go ahead trip, know my camp is waiting The mustard, you can't cut it, sucker, get your Sandwich taken I am the man, keep the hammer Banging I am the man, keep the ham- Like the judge with the gavel, get the gravel Breaking Get to work like I'm Kool Moe Dee, You know me, I ran creating Worry, Retaliation is futile Like a mute child salivating, Your child is eating I mean eating, all your Rhymes frightened, fake 'em Fans screaming, "More Fire," like I'm Jamaican Dynamite set for Detonation, it's annihilation Uh, Uh, it's annihilation Uh, uh, I said I'm still Sticking to the G code, snapping out beast mode Mob style, if you blink wrong, he finito Wrap, No burrito up this MAC from my pea coat It's like I got infinite ammo, no cheat code That proper, proper showstopper, get your life Repo'd Four fives in my six, let's play CeeLo Back up, bitch, step back up, clip Toledo I Reload, stick clap, chip back, pee holes Get two Shoved up, get dude fucked up, he ain't quick, Yo I am no diabetic, hard like asphalt Give You niggas my method Give a white boy bath Salt in the brick of your face and tell Him go for seconds I am an animal, a Real cannibal I am like weapon in my hand Cocked And my goonies hit you with that one Eye, Willie Smith Get your life on pause, That's the realest shit you could talk, ventriloquy Holla Yo, Yo, Uh, Listen, yo I come from the city where very Few make it So if I get a chance To shine, you know I'ma take it I love This music with my heart, body, and soul I Would die for this music, it never gets old I didn't choose this life, this life chose me My brother's gone, but I'm here, so I know It's meant to be Gotta get it the right Way, I can't be in these streets I'm chasing My dreams, I know moms gotta be proud of Me Even though we struggle, I ain't out here Selling drugs I sag my pants 'cause they don't Fit, so they think I'm a thug This world Is so judgmental, but don't judge my mental Physical Or mental, y'all don't really know what I have Been through I been through the sleep, I said I been through the sleep I remember the times We couldn't afford to eat My stomach was hurting, But I had faith in me That I could Make a change, that I could make you see That y'all blind to the madness, life is tragic, Dodging traffic People always run they mouth, but Really don't know what had happened That's how you Get caught up, trying to fit in with stupid Stuff It's not worth it, be yourself, if you Ain't down, then don't act up That's enough, I'm Sick of these rappers talking that nonsense Talk About guns you never seen and places you never Been Rap about coke and always trapping, man, that's Irrelevant If you make so much off of trapping, Why you rapping then? Uh, listen, yo, uh, Yo Feel like I'm walking by myself Stressing hard Because my mom ain't got no type of help My dad been gone, so to him I am Just somebody else Trying to read, but nothing Interesting is on the shelf Got two brothers on My dad's side, ain't never meet them So if I see them, I probably won't know how to Greet them It's sad that he do not feel Bad I could be dead, he could care less, But call himself a dad Yeah, but I don't Really care though I skateboard and write music, Some people call me a weirdo But do not Know me at all, they judge me 'cause of My flaws That's why I stay quiet to myself And keep the circle small Less friends, Less drama, that's the motto They shake your hand And laugh, but with joy to watch you die Slow Every day I learn a lesson, you have To accept People for who they are, it's like Impossible to find perfection They like, "Vision, why you act like that?" Because the people you thought were your friend will Stab you in the back Yeah, it's messed up In this world You got older men thinking it's Okay to talk to girls With no experience and No maturity Difference between a woman and a girl, Most importantly But then you got a lot of Girls acting like they grown Acting like they can Have kids and pay bills on they own Ever Since a youngin, I wanted to stay that way Stress-free and all day I could play video games But that time is up and now I gotta Move 'Cause if I don't move, that kitchen won't Get food I am my mom's last hope, that's Why I grind so hard I tell her, "You Are my strength and I need you to stay Strong" Her situation got me thinking, "What did she Do wrong?" She graduated, but that had took a Permanent toll And now she stuck, stuck in this Predicament Got a lot of memories, so I just Let her reminisce Struggle really getting to her, So she popped a couple pills Pulled up out Her muffin, now I'm pumping with adrenaline Don't Know where to go, don't know where to move If I had a gun to the dude's head That put us here, would I pull? I'm Vision, uh I'm On the prowl, they be talking loud, they all Whispering It's getting cold, all my bars hot, Y'all shivering Eat the boy, not a pizza girl, But I'm delivering Is she real? Is she really real? I know you feeling me I got the flow, when the beat is pumping Like adrenaline They asking where I'm from, I said That I be on my Philly shit Coming for The tri-state, know I'm hot so walk away Back Since MySpace, I was in your top eight Top Eye, what they call a fall, no, not I And I'm walking tall like the Cyclops I got Fuck like stripes on my block I remember niggas Used to play me like an iPod, ooh Yeah, alright, yo I'm back on beat with slick Teenage wrist subtlety Fist bump, bet on me chump, You'd rather get brass knuckle fist fucked By your Mom, elbows deep before she twist her wrist up While you're force-fed your own bloody piss through A sip cup Now what? Burgundy leading with that freaking heat again Even Heathens believing in Jesus when he's freaking Heaving gems I'll smash his feet into his freaking Stems Then leave the scene, make him believe he Squeezed the heat, but that ain't really him He More the demon splashing his semen in your favorite Chicken With rosemary and herbs in that bastard Better come equipped with a couple crossed pieces of Wood Blessed water bottle in a hazmat suit for The projectile vomiting To summarize, The woman who gave life to you sodomized you Your future wife had the devil's child between their Thighs You thought we did this to be the Most wild on vinyl But what you write, I'ma Shoot you motherfuckers till makes your final cut Fuck what you heard about, I'm here to let My pervert mouth Defile microphones and the subtle Tones your girl will spout Know a few committed In Philly, I massage on And she likes to Get her tights torn with the lights on Snapping Nikes Turn up anthems, I write fight songs. Right and wrong starting to feel the same the Way tonight's gone. Y'all pop like you're Carbonated. I'm hip hop 'til my corpse can't be Carbon-dated. What? TBC. Uh, Life of a Don. Uh, I would thank God, but I'm not religious. I don't believe in that white man on all Them pictures. But I do believe in the money, And it's saying, "God we trust," call that revenue Scriptures. Life reckless, herringbone necklace. Blowing Swisher Sweet, scraping paint down Texas. Next week, I was in New York in a Lexus. Work out in the living room, Both flex this. Looking through past texts just for My exes who said I'll never make it. I know you're gonna regret this. When you hear it, every level, I hear it. Many bottles, VIP look like a wine and spirit. This the type of shit you gotta rewind to Hear it. Feel it in your spirit, see the Man behind the lyrics. Uh, shine lunar, ready for the consumer, And yes, I'm fucking your favorite model just to Clear the rumors. Yes, I'm bigger than songs from Your favorite crooner. We all knew I was gon' Blow, happened a little sooner. So fuck if you don't agree with the life I'm living. This one's for my niggas doing life In prison, and they never gon' get to see Them streets again, so through my words and this Beat, they get the vision. Grandma used to try to feed me religion, made Me go to church, I sat and didn't listen. But soon as a nigga started talking that money, I would tune in and really pay attention. Ah. Lifting weight, no intention of benching. Now all in my flows, no penny pinching. Feeling like Grant Hill when he was a Piston. Why you acting bald and bitching about your Benching? Game filled with trash niggas I won't Mention. For you old rap niggas, I'm coming for Your pension. Courtside at this game, So close I could trip him. Two years ago, you'd have thought I was balling With him. Jordan release the same kicks every year. Hypebeasts stand in line just to get 'em, but Couldn't stand in line one hour to vote. If Dr. King marched today, would you be walking With him? God in your heart, are you talking With Him? Your dogs by your side, are you Barking with 'em? Or do you got your tail Your legs? I'm running to the money like it's Freedom to a slave. It's life. Black Zodiac Gang. Burn Your House Down. Unsleeping. What it do, what it do. Um. It's the Black Dexter, wild like Uncle Fester. Beat a pretty boy 'til he looking like Odd Future. Know the X-Men, not the spot, Ask Professor. Yes, sir. I be in the crib like a dresser. Bedroom, back room, whores in the back room. All these rappers thought they got a deal through A vacuum. Shit, I never sleep, my eyes are Blacker than a raccoon. Living with a pastor, yeah, my posse's fucking Awesome, and he promised me a bunch of stuff Like lettuce and some croutons. Witches told to stay high as, that's where my K's at. Style called chaos, but I'll fucking cage Ya. Charcoal, house wicked shit like a sex cult. Lyrically I raise the bar, man, be the poster With a bar stool. Black vampire, I'm the king At my high school. Fill a group of rapists Cereal holders with some gat tools. Talking to RuPaul, giving instructions how to drag Fool. Fuck it, 'cause all I hear is tracks, Man. Mad about the green, fuck the heart, that's A black man. Dead ass fucked up, we can't Even watch Batman. Motherfuckers mad that we here like it's back then. Hoes don't play amnesia, spit your baby in a Trash can. Turn right around, give your goofy ass A lap dance. But you know I'm the shit Like Raisin Bran. Niggas talk sweet, I'm at his Gut like a lap band. Stand-up comedian, looking for one-night stand. In a one-room suite next to a nightstand. Sex getting crazy, yes, my dick need a casket. Walking in straight, she coming out like Lieutenant Dan. Mister got some smart shit, pop it on Your newsfeed. Holding up your head like, "What I Said?" 'cause of nosebleeds. Bitches scream my album, "Get this nigga from inside Of me." 'Cause I get all up in that Ass, human centipede. Who let the wolves out? Call the fucking media. Rumors spread quick, words fly, Expedia. I'm legally blind, so I ain't seeing If I Wanted to, I could read your Wikipedia. Burn Your House Down. Ah! I don't have anything to say after that, But I'ma say some shit anyway. Martian House, the mighty, mighty Martian House. What are you saying, Brandon? What are you saying? What are you telling me? Come say something, Brandon. Look, point out the Fraud and you seeing niggas that hate us. Bulletproof, so every shot thrown can't phase us. Nothing less than amazing, working like I'm Impatient. So when everyone falls, I'm the last one Remaining. Picture me at the top, you can call Me Your Highness. Your girl giving me brain, you Finally see where I'm honest. Man, I'm about to clear it up like a Sinus. I don't feel like going no more, stop. On that note, Black Steve Skaggs just rapped, So I'm done. I don't know. All right, you got it.