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What's up? Yo, Steve Scacks, Marston House. Yo, today on some extra, extra last minute cypher Shit, real hip hop shit, the rawest type shit. We in the fucking building tonight. Marston House Cypher, Steve Scacks chain, most Beautiful man in the world. Here we go. Yeah. What's up? Listen. Uh, yo. Yo. And I said, Uh, look, yo. Been up in this shit a minute, got shorties Straight out of Venice. Straight 40s from mai taios. Don't know why you're fucking grinning. Live life like the Son of Sin is. We fired this son up in this. Sonning so many sons and I'm done with these Fucking kids. It's ridiculous, now I realize, All the times that I kill lies that all These haters rely. And I hope they trip on A landmine. Damn, I cut it like Samurais. Told her move it like Dead Eyes. There's no hands, so when she said could touch It, I was like, "Can I? Really? That's super great." Haven't had sex in months. I put her up on the plate. Treating myself to brunch. That's when it faded to black. You know Presley came in the back. She's screaming out, "John, don't stop." I whisper, "I finish fast, sorry. I mean, I'll call you in the morning, and If you don't pick up, it's okay, you're most Likely mourning." I mean, if you don't pick up, Not one more bitch like a Mormon. 'Cause hoe I ain't stressing nothing. I'm onto the next, it's over. Been this way since I don't know. Young face with the oldest soul. Got vodka mixed in my Coke. Might just start the engine and go. When it comes to venomous flows, I got plenty And it just flows through the faces of all My enemies, stuck quick like they're just roses. Fear induced. If I'm wack, then I'm Mirajue. That hate, never offend me. I feel like a spirit do. My words are always held weight 'cause they felt Like a spirit too. Through the course of after Everything, hope that it's clear to you that I Don't care. Yuh. Yeah. Mr. Fuck Your Feelings is in the building. Listen. Stay consistent, never missing. Niggas know what that mean. So it's fuck you niggas if you ain't a Part of my team. My pops taught me one Thing, not to run away. Bullets hit the back of his head, came out The front of his face. Sorry mama, but that's A closed casket. I mean, what can I say? I ain't mean For that to happen. He was strapped and I Was strapped, then we both started blasting. Then I hit him once and watch him fold Like a napkin. Hey, that's what happened. Director yelled, "Cut." And these niggas still Acting. And they look like he relaxing. Said he had a headache, so I fed his Ass some aspirin. Hopped up in my six and Pulled off in that Aston. Dope fiend flow got him hugging the block. Shorty stay hugging my cock. I mean, shorty stay loving my cock. Bust in her mouth like I'm busting my Glock. She said, "Give me more," so I gave her A lot. Keep rapping and I land where you Want me to stop. Please believe the guns will Climax the plot, and hit you somewhere where your Ribs at. If that don't work, we show up To where your kids at, get kidnapped. Waiting on that check, so that's when you get Your kids back. 50 Gs in ransom, in case You do not get that. Whoa. 'Cause my flow is so hot like a stove With no pots. Like Young Guns, we can't stop And won't stop. Huh? No, we're not done. Nah, listen, listen. Uh. That was day one. Now it's day two. Some things might phase me But won't phase you. The bullets won't graze me, but they'll graze you. It's fireworks in my pistol, watch it amaze you. Watch what my man do. Get stuffed like canned food. Your bitch get ran through. Too hot to hold, too hot to handle. My niggas is vandals. My niggas will split you in two. Ah, fuck it. We out here. Good stuff, good stuff. MHR what? Uh. It's Con. Yo. Yo. Check the rhythm I spit with precision. Cut them lyrics bleed from within and my aura Blinding. If you think different, then you lying. Got the heart of a lion without even trying. Supplying the rhymes, I'm one of a kind. Give me my chance on the mic or I'm Finna take it. Deep thoughts on that late night Inspiration. No sleep, pardon my lack of enthusiasm. Oh, it's just 'cause I don't like you and I'm zooming past you. I'm from another planet, let's just put it like That. I'm outstanding. You're borderline wack. Okay, well more than that. Let me start picking it up. These rappers taking shots, but the shots are Missing us. Like we in the Matrix. Legend in the making. Gandhi of this rap game, You're looking like Jason. The one with the mask, I'm the one with The task to spread love through music and meet People across the nation. Something's wrong if they just talking about the Money, 'cause that means they're only in it for The money. And that's cool and all, but when You become a fan, think about who's at fault. You, and all the other people that encourage lines That are feeble. Illuminati making the game look Evil. My team is the new Beatles. I'm insane, you're out of your damn mind. No excuses, MHR the label blowing up like a Landmine. Yeah. Feed you the poison, you swallow it all. Whole time you bobbing your head to it all. They raping our culture and watching us all fall. Niggas is cooning and getting awards for the Foolishness. Chicks fake ass and stupidest. They treat us like we clueless, and we acting Like we cool with it. Yeah. It's off the top when I do it Like at the Marston House show, it's so fluid, Right. I'm rings and messenger. I'm here with my hand hairs. When I'm on the mic, I eat MCs like Candy pears. Move your legs. I mean, move your head. I mean, move your arms. If you blink once, then it's gone. I got freestyles and styles upon styles. Get high for miles. Where you at? We chilling in the isles on the Ave. Got more rhymes than you could ever have. It's like this and like that. Forgot what I was gon' say, but I'ma bring It back. And when it comes to that, you Know I'm cool with the rap. It's hip hop to the tip top. Cool with my dudes on the Ave, some white Boys in flip flops. And what you wanna know? I got more flow. I'm on gas like petrol. Get up, let's go. All right, it's Finest. MHR the label. All right. I said, Here go. Ladies and gentlemen, round of applause for the Dudes you hate. And shout out to these fake Friends, hope y'all are doing great. And I guess I'm doing fine. I mean, what can I say? I'm a 19-year-old Grew up with flows dope as those who moving Weight. They talk about me like they got nothing Better to do But I don't need 'em, so Whatever, I know I be cool. And yeah, I'm weird and stuff. That don't mean That my flow ain't tough. And I had enough Of these rat cats brother be sayin', "AD, you Suck." When I know I'm winnin', be spittin' these Lyrics that make 'em piston. I've always been an outcast, ain't got no Benjamins With them. These levels I been, it's different. These girls that I like, they're chillin'. Take notice as I exhibit something so potent, Isn't it? Say I ain't got no talent like I care 'bout your opinion. Nah, nah, I'm a renaissance man personified. Man, matter of fact, I'm probably the flyest guy Without a ride. Shut up, dog, you corny. F you, dog, I deserve my shine. And I'm on my grind, so it's your time. I'ma shit the fool, made up out of vacuum To get it what's mine. Which ain't much, but Your boy still want it. Flex, I'm on it. Got haters feelin' extra salty. They best not want it. Remember you used to Push me, homie? Yeah, these bullies really used to get to me Back when I had dreams of NBA ballin' and Everything. Back when Alexis was still the one that I was messaging. And back when they told me That I'd never be good at anything. Now I'm good at everything, everything you wanna be. Ironically, I'll probably be the last one that you Think would spit this sick, but I is, trick. Get up out my business. Sittin' witness, stompin' dope-ass those with Chickens. I is this nerdy boy from that Willow G. But I still be the life of parties, Dog, like Willow be. And I'm on fire, but I stay cooler than pillows, B. You trill, OG. I'm Lil' Old Me. But if it came down to it, bet you I got more flow than he. These slow MCs Don't notice me, so I gotta pull up and Shock 'em like they face when they look into A mirror. I am just a rapper, can't make It clearer. Yeah. Number six. six. Check it. I got no friends, a couple of homies, and One main jawn. One baby mother and a kid To carry my name on. I'm broke, fucked up, so don't ask fam. Niggas mistake me for young, but I'm a grown-ass Man. So here's a little something for certain, I never pop shit. I'm not about the frontin' And splurgin' 'cause I ain't got shit. Days of youngin', turtlenecks with no names. A couple pairs XJ 900s and Pro Wings. Niggas used to tease me and chump me, they Made me fold up. After school, they peep me To jump me, they made me rolled up. Mom, pops arguin', that's when I really became a Slaughter. Then I won my first rumble and got My heart attent-Some hero named Robert was in, He really cussed it. We got our ass whoopin' And no one disgusted. Mom never knew we took it off of a Shelf. But if she noticed, then she'd probably chase Us off with a belt. Or stingin' call, "What you flinchin' for?" Straight embarrassed you. Act a fool, flirtin' with the bitches at the Catholic school. They had me at the rap tune, True enough. Who the fuck is daddy in the Bathroom shootin' up? With this habit that he brung home from prison. Around the time Uncle Petey, Uncle Mama was livin'. They used to take a little nigga on his Rumblin' mission. Number one contender, Course he knows, rumblin' with him. One, two. Let's go. One, two. Woo. Hold up, look. Look. I'm standin' on the top of the Eiffel with A eye for. Starin' down Stokely Carmichael's rifle, Ready to flip. Put down the rifle, pick up The Uzi, empty the clip. Shit, all this pain and sufferin', migraines and Bufferin'. On top of that, my lady got one In the oven. Whoa. Look back, she runnin' from nothin'. Whoa. Throw your roll, not another drink. Or go cold turkey and give thanks. Givin' praise, we livin', makin' grave decision. I may beg your pardon, but I don't need Permission. Don't need intervention, just need Somebody to listen to me. But I don't trust 'em, they'd probably slip me A roofie. Or do somethin' goofy to me, keepin' It pro, see. I'm in the cheap seat in The back with the nosebleed. Can't hear through the loud weed. Shake bad habits. Try and get my respect back, But rumor has it. Them barbershop critics tearin' Them charts apart. Remarks made harsh, havin' no heart in the heart. Don't care if y'all hate me, just keep your Comments on safety. But do me a favor, do A 180 with that.380 and kill yourself. 2Pac five times. Get rich or die tryin', will you stop lyin'? You out of your mind, cocaine, sniffin' them lines. I'm out of mine, nigga, why you admirin' mine? Hold on. Here go. Look, look. See, I was a good kid, Sunday School cryin'. But somewhere along the way, my brain got rewired. Papa don't preach, mama gettin' tired. I listen to my elders, I don't wanna be A failure. I know it's gettin' to her, mama Playin' Mahalia. They wanna see me down, Rub it in, aloe vera. Grandma can see me now, freedom fighter Che Guevara. They gonna test you, boy, I tell ya. 'Cause y'all niggas open your mouths and let Anything come out of it. Then blame it on body snatchers, bein' John Malkovich. Son of bitch and he just like moms, Uh. Got two uncles and they both named Tom, Yep. Or that's Arnold, man, he been a dick. Known him since two-six and he been a snitch. And those cracker pigs, they call friends with Benefits. And he don't give a shit 'cause he Nigga rich. I told him do it pronto. They chasin' OJ in that blanco Bronco. And I'm stressin' like Johnnie Cochran 'cause losin' Ain't an option. Bartender, please, two shots of That concoction. No. They try and turn the villain To a hero. But what's a dollar bill to A euro? What's a Greek god to a pharaoh? Zero. What the hell do I know in this Planet of the Apes? I'm just a basket case confessin' to Pastor Mace. Yeah, it's a nice crib, but it's next door To Section 8. Slumlord millionaire, Passin' the collection plate. Messin' with my money, I bring harm to your Body. So fuck Gandhi, peace talks in Abu Dhabi. And fuck Peter, Mufasa 'round my neck, King Jaffe Joffer. Go 'head, try me in the lobby. I'on catch a body, can't hide behind papi. What's up? Uh. Yo. I'm a lost poet, my soul's glowin'. Look, my slang is deep, so my words flowin'. I'm legendary, a canon to your Mariah Carey. You count ten Hail Marys. I write songs on BlackBerrys, proverbs on iPhones. Some say I'm scary, download my thoughts like a Ringtone. I play with broken bones like a saxophone. My weapons is heavenly and still packin' chrome. Street disciple slash prophet. I blast the Houston rocket from Spacey's rockets Till I rip your arm from the socket Carnivore Mixed with a dinosaur. A one man army, I show you my art Of war. I rip apart a lion's jaw. I'm Michael Jackson off the walls, I dunk your Head like a basketball. I write from the heart. I'm in the booth with a bullet shards to Conquer jungles where the hammers spark. Understand fully, I'm a killer bee apart bully. Nice town nigga, call me Gilly. I walk with a stone face. I'm donnin you Monica, Cyberspace. Me and hip-hop, it's love and hate. Now check my catalog, I'm thick like London Fog. I'm seven albums in, ain't never droppin' the ball. I'm hip-hop's OG, not even 30. My wisdom like Obi Wan Kenobi. Sword stay sharp like shinobi. No one can hold me. If rap was a Drug then the masses would OD. Full eclipse, the Earth shakes when I part my Lips. I rule with a iron fist to hit You with a death kiss. Tell me what's your Death wish 'til I stretch your fuckin' neck like An ostrich or giraffe. Forty thieves of Baghdad. Look, your wife is bitches but I already had That. I'm a mack, mayne. I get young money with no fame. Blow like propane. Blow trees like a hurricane. I see the purple rain. I smoke good shit similar to Novocaine. I'm God's favorite, the beloved King David. This wop like solid missile, motherfuckers keep Hatin', uh. They say I'm livin' in hell with No jail. Niggas want me locked in a cell. Look, a season never felt when my thoughts prevail. See these niggas fell to an arm of a Jezebel. So I ride through your hood in a Chariot. Best friends Judas Iscariot. Now I nail through the cross, backstabber shit. If I resurrect I'ma handle shit. Look, baby mama drama, fuck them all. She could call the cops, man, fuck the law. I'm a savage, mind your man. When I carry the cross it's contraband. And if I hold hammers I'm Iron Man. See you betray me, never again. See I never sell the dreams, it's the King Of Kings. I'm Byzantine, I'm Constantine. Now howl at the wolf when the moon is Out. When the freaks come out, nigga the goons Is out. I travel the long road across the Globe in search for lost souls, watch legacies Unfold, uh. Ray son, I am the one. Like Trice with a hand and a gun, uh. Priest hood. Yo. That really just happened. Look at this. Yo, that, I can't even believe That that just happened. Yo, I just got, I gotta shake everybody's hand real quick 'cause That shit was crazy. Shake your Hand. That wildin', Look at that, round the clock Handshakes. Marston House, real hip hop, raw hip Hop. Yo, Philly shit. Fuckin' this shit is as hip hop as it Gets. Shout out What's happening? Woo! Yeah. Yeah. Hey. Appreciate Appreciate it. Appreciate It. I ain't gon lie, everybody here wearin' racks, Know I'm sayin'?