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Ay. Ay. Why does it sound quieter now? Oh, there we go. There's the bass. Steve Skaggs, Marston House. This is the Final Four. Welcome to America, to DJ T&B. We're all here for him today. Hey, like I said, we're about to kill this Shit. Yo, Ghetto MC. Sensei Starr and all of that. Yo, T&B, what up? It go yo. Spark the cipher, give me the light or flame Up the haze. Marston cipher, culture cipher blow out Your brains. The God is righteous, but I stay Engaged with the gangs. It's hard to fight it, 'cause Ghetto stuck in his ways. But anyways, I came with the aim to amaze And articulate an artistic arrays. Alliteration that annihilate the population of wack Rappers wasting and taking up space and the game Is crowded, I need some elbow room. Some lames doubt it, but Ghetto wise gon' end That soon. Bring the doom with the boom bap Like, "Who that dude?" And run a trizzy on The booth thing like TS do. P. S. GMC, I'm that guy. Starr with two Rs, S-E-N-S-I. I'm from the stat, y'all know where the Shaolin At. We back, but this time around I'ma wear That crown. Pass it round to the pound like Yeah, hold that down. Been a long time coming, Lotta running around. Doing shows, doing shows, paying shows. Never booed though. Uh, yeah. But that's because of Lucio. Missed a couple schools, bro. But I try to keep it cool, bro. Yeah. but I could snap dog and eat food Like Cujo. Monsters, ceremonies, T&B you know. You know. Yeah. Yeah. Ayo. J. O. The Last Man, what up? Sort of like a prototype for the right way To do things. Trained by the old heads that Knew things. These young boys swear by the logo By they shoestrings. Who bring this like a boot print. True shit, I, J. O., keep a Ruthless pace and Toothless, that'll be your stupid face. You a huge disgrace. The who's who or who's been fake. You don't wanna make a fool's mistake. You shoot shit, great, that's more fun for me. No matter how long you known J, there's more Guns to see. And it's kinda fucked up to Say, but it's so true. I know you, you don't know shit what I Go through. Whole crew bout about it. We get rowdy, rowdy. Rip your whole arm off with the crowd around It. They say we gotta grow up, but I Doubt it. How the fuck we gon' go up When they pounding down? And blah, it feels just like a hammer too. Manacles try to rip free, but they damage you. Damn it, dude, if we could get along we Could manage through. But I see your face and I just wanna blam at you, man. So I must be the hypocrite. We share a common enemy, but I don't really Give a shit. This is it, spitting like the Sickest of the sickest. If you with it you Could get a hit. Sensei shit is infinite, it's Infinitely different. Fuck norms, fuck forms, fuck conforming. About to brew up a fuck storm. Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them. He ain't cool either, neither is he, so fuck Friends. Fuck men, fuck women, fuck little crying Babies. When I shut your kid up, you really See that I am crazy. I'm maybe top 20, Moving up the ladder like it's not funny. Oh, you not hungry? Get out the way 'cause I'm coming. Go. Yeah. Ha, ha, ha. Yeah. Check, check, check, check. It's crucial, nigga. They say go HAM, they say Go ahead. Y'all niggas cops, it's code red. Looked out for my old heads. I'm coming from the bottom where most niggas won't Make it out. I'm stacking up, you acting up, Then dumb bitch, I'm gon' take you out. But what the fuck is this hate about? Been laying low. They say Brandon, just take it Slow. Like a chef, nigga, I'm making dough. Say you real, you fake it though. Uh, man, I swear y'all niggas hypocrites. But I'm wavy, dropping lines just like a fisherman. Got some bad bitches that I wish that I Could hit again, but bitches come and go, so You know that I ain't tripping then. All I spit is crack. Say I don't? Why you itching then? Why you all in shock? Oh, you not? Why you bitching now? It's on the grind to the back block. Tryna ball hard, fuck a mascot. Nigga, fuck friends, tryna stack guap like serrano Peppers, I'm that hot. So fly like Hancock. J handle heat like a pan pot. You cuff hoes, you eat ass like 50 Cent. You that shot. Cause oftentimes fuck a hotline. Bitch cheering for me, no pom poms. Can't trust a bitch, she not mine. That's not me. If like your style and she That bad, double tapping like IG. Treat that pussy like a punching bag. I beat it up, call me Ali, fuck a ID. Stupid bitch, we tweaking, ho. I said we tweaking, ho. There's certain shit you Need to know. I never need you though. And best believe we geeking, ho. Until we eating, ho. And how you on the Fast lane, you never speeding though? And I'm always winning like my fucking name Protagonist. Got the 48 plus one, Colin Kaepernick. All these pussy niggas want none Like they asking that. Like Phat E, I'm cut From a different cloth with different fabric. And yeah, I step in this, but y'all don't Never hear me though. Underrated nigga, you should Put me in the stereo. I would never save a ho. I ain't fucking Mario. Niggas man up, then bitch up, Tyler Perry though. And yes, I'm a assassin, got a... Ah. Yeah, Mario. Mario. Ayo. Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh. Piece of the Marston House Familia. Real recognize real, yeah, that's why I look Familiar. Uh, y'all heard me flow beyond dirty. All Jersey, motherfucker, let's talk turkey. I won't spend it unless it's splendid. In my spliff what the good Lord intended. Harmonic resonance, shamanic medicine. Shotgun in the presidential, got the mescaline. With hopes to nestle into something seamless. Seems less and less likely though the route is Scenic. And y'all don't wanna get the bulls Involved. Cost to be the boss, almost lost it All. Can't ill afford to make those kind of Mistakes. Can't lie, I got a lot on my Plate. This is not for debate. Finish my portion, know that shit was imported. Pay attention, yo, this shit is important. They should commission a portrait. My image and likeness, life with better lighting. Could wipe my ass with a verse and you Would like it. Motherfuckers ain't shit and you know I'm right. A clone of a clone on your Phone is something overpriced. I be with higher water mixing up the ayahuasca. My eyes are open, think I saw flying saucer. It's a solid offer. I'ma keep it real. I would stay and build, but rap don't pay The bills. Uh. Yeah. King Chap And I roll with cold criminals. You roll with them hoes exposed with no minerals. Oh so cynical, no soul criminals. Tell you in your face you's a bitch, no General. Cry 'cause I offended you, put something Into you. Face covered coming out the court, No interviews. You're so minuscule, You're made of minestrone. I spit a poem, all heart, flesh, skin, and Bone. Let's get it homes, I retire these liars. I used to be the king, now I'm the Fucking messiah. I reach higher, I bring the heat, fire. I roll right over your ass, no need to Sneak by you. Fuck with me, my razor cut Quickly. Sucker punk sissies catch a bunch of buck 50s. Want me? Come get me. Try me if you want. I'll hit you 30 Times before you get that iron out the trunk. I'm in my own lane, no pain, no gain. I could eat hard rocks and shit soft cocaine. I'm speaking about you, I will talk your name. If I'm speaking general, then you're all so lame. You coming out your mouth with that fucking Mighty Mouse shit. I'm on my Hercules, murder fleas, No one's lurking me. Never heard of me? Betcha now you won't forget him. I rip limbs off and spin off and wipe My Tims off. Fresh up out the gutter with A classic for your asses. Roll your body in a mattress, wipe you off The fucking atlas. Bastards, up the F, I'll catch you on the pardon. I ain't relapsed, I got tested by God. Repping my squad, A Block stay hot. You're a sissy with a gun like a fucking Gay cop. So you can keep fronting, get stomped For mean mugging. Think I'm killing this shit, you Fuckers ain't seen nothing. Yo. All right, all right. I'ma get it when it comes back. Uh, Shout out Marston House, MHR label, NFP, all them. Yo, Check it. All right it's Minus, that's AKA Your Highness. That's AKA that nerdy kid that should be on The cypher. That's AKA the one that's on his Beat like he piranhas. AKA that little punk that Be all in your girl vagina. Hold up. Hater see me like he cool I Guess. Nah, F that. I'm the best, and my Crew got next. So whether it's writing or acting, Directing or rapping, you should know that I am Somebody that you do not test. Where dude I'm stressed. All these local rap cats gon' hit me up Like, "Why you ain't invite us? Why you never showing us some love?" It's 'cause you sucking all your friends and them Just gas you up. You thinking that you hot But no one's listening like you're a substitute Teacher. Homeboy, my flow will eat you. I'm smoking all these rappers, you just smoking on That reefer. I guess an angel touched me, Influenced, dressed by the Grim Reaper. I've been fighting for a minute, time to put Them in a sleeper. So you see bro, oh, Oh now they want a feature? Back then they used to play me, now it's, "You remember me, cuz?" Oh yeah I do, that's why you're there and I'm over here. Any doubt they had about me Vanished like it's your career. So catch me going mic check one, two. They ask how many microphones your boy done checked, That's one, two, three, four, five, six, uh, It's somewhere around a million. It doesn't matter Though because I'm something like chameleons. I can hit you with that trap. I can hit you with that pop. I can hit you with boom bap, my flow Will never ever stop. Hold my own in a cypher full of legends, Yo I'm hot. It's MHR, hold on. Let me bring it back. Let me tell you What I said. Said I can hit you with That trap. I can hit you with that pop. I can hit you with boom bap, my flow Will never ever stop. Hold my own in a Cypher full of legends, yo I'm hot. It's MHR's golden boy, everyone else can kick rocks. Yeah. Word, word. Okay. Okay. Fuck with it. It's my size now. While the drugs boil, now who you trust 'cause All my thugs loyal. Nigga scream I'm weak, well It's time I'm stepping up for you. You get no type of cool points. This a starter, check my rap sheet. My name's under a whole list of charges from The back streets. On my grind dealing with junkies, Pack heat just in case a group of killers Come to snuff me. Far as me hitting the Bricks, my hunger is large. Smallest nigga out in my clique, plus the youngest In charge. Nigga. Pretty Ricky never front for these broads. I keep my mind on being broke whenever money's Involved. From jaw tapping to rapping, either way Slaughter. Sick and got chickens asking me, "Rick, Is you Black or Puerto Rican?" Keep a static for the friction. What I rap is more than fiction. Hog spit at the judge about to clap the Jurisdiction. You see, the only way three people Could keep a secret if two of them dead, And the other one promised to keep it and Do the defense. Accordingly you know I slaughter, Be your ways avoiding trouble and trouble always Avoiding me. But I ain't paranoid or sweet. Fucking with Slaughter Rick, you're better off Slitting your wrists in front of a toilet seat. Crossing me is like a suicidal fetish. If it's up to me to kill you, bitch, You might as well forget it. Nigga, I won't rest until there's holes in your Womb. I live for the thrills of seeing roses Over your tomb. Approaching your doom. I know you heard of him from Thompson. If I got to kill a nigga, there's murder Up on my conscience. Telling y'all one thing is For sure, two is for certain. Just when everybody thought it was shades, I'ma Prove it was curtains. Woo. Yeah. What up? South Philly to Willow Grove. Stopping in the Northeast, check it. One time for my peeps, I'm beasting. Shave my beard off, look like Jackie Gleason. Don't give a fuck with TNB, that's tactical missiles Blasting all over like TNT. And what's going down? Treacherous mad bitches, they trying to fuck with my Sound. But I ain't having it now. I'm thinking with manly bravado, Trying to tear it down. And what you doing? You're trying to match Blue. That ain't the way, eat a cashew. Try and catch one, I will smack you. Detach you from your retina, straight past you. Like back in the days we had ways, And then I got down with a bad shave. This shit fucked me up but I'm going. Kicking mad rhymes, ever flowing 'cause I'm knowing. The third eye's open. I see shit you can't, it's a shame, you Should go and change that. But if you went back to school, you's a Fool just getting debt, so go and light a Cigarette. Burn your whole lungs out, Shit your brains out. Make your brain pop out and knocked out. What the fuck is going on? Freestyle rhymes got my brain going boom like a Bong. Floating through the smoke when I choke. And I don't give a fuck if rap shit Make me broke. But I still do it, 'cause I got love. One time for all y'all, Marston House shut it down. What? What. Ah. Yo. I can't believe this is one of the last Four of these we're doing. This shit was crazy, everybody fucking killed it. Team me, you guys made some sick shit. Thanks to everyone for coming out for me, you Know I'm saying? It's been a great time. Had a great time here. Yo, but, yo, but yeah, check it, check it. I'm gonna bust a little rhyme here. Do you Wanna hear it? I'm about to smash ya. I'll crash you like a head-on collision. Don't attempt to blur the vision. You're the plot on the landscape, I'm a panorama. I'm a piranha, yes, I'm causing harm, And I'm eating, chewing, so careful what you're Doing. When I come to the jam, man, I Ran wreck and ruin. Your whole party, 'cause I'll eat the party. I'm sweet like a Smartie, I'm kicking like karate. 'Cause I'm the raw, and I dance on the Floor. Got a buckwild style that you ain't seen Before. Causing mayhem, confused and mind blown. You can't touch my talent 'cause my talent is Homegrown. The oil's hot, the heat's too much for Ya. When I floor ya, you won't want no More, you sucker. 'Cause I don't like your face, you better step Out of town, boy, 'cause my town's a small Place. Make haste, don't make me chase ya. 'Cause if I chase ya, lace, base, waste ya. Wasted, 'cause I don't waste my time. 'Cause I kick that funky rhythm to the rhyme, That's the bottom line. And I'm out, yeah. Yeah. Peace. Coming to America, TMV. Yeah. The most beautiful man in the world signing Off right here. Marston House, this is our family. We're out. Yeah. When I say TM, y'all say V. TM. V. Yeah. Long time. I got something for you. You? You all right? Yeah, right on time. That's great, you really are. buses the whole way From South Philly. Broke on me for life, Like a lifetime, you feel me? I feel you. All right, man. Later, bro.