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Oh, we back in the legendary mighty, Mighty Barsad House. Back like we never fucking Left. Steve Skacks, the most beautiful man in the World, here with a group of stellar MCs to Celebrate leap year. This is the Leap Year Cypher Two. Shout out to Fam Doula the dad. Let's go. Turn that beat up. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. My name's Tommy Ill. Shout out OEC, We about to do this. Uh, This gas that I'm on got me flowing real Crazy. I'm feeling so sick, I'm the rapping Pat Swayze. Killing all these shows, you'll be amazed When you see us. My mind's like a Porsche, But my pocket's on Prius. We the new kids on the block, but no Boy band shit. Give me time, in a year I'll be on tour with your bitch. Smoking so much, the doctor told me, "Tommy, slow Down." I left his office and I still went And rolled up a pound. No, you can't deny Greatness. Uh, I said you can't deny greatness. The facts, you gotta face it. Tommy and Pat, we came to Earth on a Spaceship. You meet us once and you just know We gonna make it. This top spot mine and I know I'm gonna take it. You try to Tell the truth, but I just know you gonna Fake it. Uh, I guess that's just what you Do. I'll kill the cypher and I'll write a Better song than you, too. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Hey. Let's go. Hey, man. Check the price tag. Let's go. When I'm older, I'll go to Winnipeg. What was that? Ow, I hurt my leg. Is it weird that I have an Aunt Craig? Your wife's fat, man, she drank the whole cake. Look at me, this is straight off the dome. I'm alone, I want to go home. Fuck you, man, and fuck your fucking phone. It's a trap, shit, throw it in the trash. I don't need that because I rap. This is freestyle, I don't need a map. So man, I'm going off the dome. I said that, fuck this, man, I'm going home. Randy. Oski. Hard to see me pass you by when The windows tinted. Rotten Garden General, My prime prolific. L's is twisted, Daz is dripping, Let's get lifted. Hard to keep up, gear shifted, Tranny slipping. Who remembers number two? Unless you Pippen. Ain't no bullshitting, homie, Ain't no competition. I'm the best out since Nas, It was written. Words are scripted in hieroglyphics, Can't decrypt it. I hear every word, but fuck What you thinking. Posted up on the block, haven't Moved my pivot. Back and forth with the chicken, Ask Peter Griffin. Coke on the table, Al Pacino sniffing. Everywhere I go, I leave trails, candy flipping. Sky of diamonds, I need parental supervision. 'Cause these crosshairs come with an exorcism. Niggas need me like the poor need religion. Blasphemy. Turn the blood of my enemies into a Daiquiri. Call Zachary. Olympus is falling, can't add up the casualties. Modern day pirates, load up the cannons, Please. Murdered in the first, burned in the third Degree. Oski beat the beat verbally. Squad deeper than 1933 Germany. Have your mama on her knees praying wow, holding A rosary. I'm a home invasion, You just a burglary. Of course I knock on the door, player, it's Courtesy. Where your balls at, nervous beat? Young boys can't stand the heat. Close your eyes, time to sleep. Blood moon underneath your widow's peak. Starts to leak, blood drop hits the street. Where's my Jeep? Manhattan known to keep it funky. Rather sell drugs than become a junkie. Feed me money. Niggas say they'll keep it a Buck. But even Benjamin's face looking corrupt. They tell you they love you, you'll be dead In a month. With your body in the dirt And your feet pointing up. Let's go. Woo. Damn. Uh, I would've kicked some old shit, But then demand may supply move quicker. It's now it's to the point I gotta surprise My niggas. Million ideas, entertainment, the Neo's Ninjas. Drew the picture, shouts to Monster House, All my cypher niggas. Read a shirt, I came To kill. But still, I came in peace. Y'all decide which thing I came to do is Gonna come to be. On instrumentals, I'm an incident That wasn't accidental. What I spit ain't for Rentals. Keep my mentals out your dentals. Be warned, I'm so advanced on the one, Twos. When I need a mic check, I yell Three, four. I try to teach y'all to be Strong, but a hard head makes a half-ass planks For keeping my seat warm. Detour. Even MC Light'll tell you. If an MC Lighty can't keep on keeping on. Be sure, before you sit face to face with Me. Thinking you hold more weight than me. You'll end up catapulting off the seesaw. Sore. Body me and you'll only transfer my energy. Kill me and I'll just reincarnate as your future Enemy. Find you through serendipity. Remember me, leave you in memory. No rubber match, you get to be your new Identities. Deal with me. Death comes in threes, so I love a trilogy. Like God, your Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. It's me, myself, and I. Shouts to Marley Marl For inspiring that last line. Shoulda got it BMI, these biters done snatched mine. But if you could copyright a style or copyright A flow. The most of rappers that you know Woulda never blown. I've been broke, no gold or Promissory notes to boast. But my very first show, I opened to The Roots clones. The population grows around the same Rate as the crows. Only couple to last forever Is John and Jane Doe. If we pinch ourselves To know we're not dreaming, what does that show? That pain is the ultimate reality we know. I remember hanging next to Nathan, having next to Nothing. But the fragrance of the vagrants and the Pigment of the pavement. Skin tainted, born failure. Ever had a fortune teller and a bank teller Both tell you they don't know what to tell You? Still I made it, kinda late 'cause I Don't wanna be famous. I'm merely raising every bar For y'all to hit the weights with. I don't want y'all to be basic. I'm aging. Just heard my favorite new jam on The radio banging on the oldie station. Bill Cosby's a rapist, Hulk Hogan's a racist. So let million ideas provide you with entertainment. It's D to the R-E, W to the P-I-C-T-R-E, Fuck you. Hey, hey. Fuck it. Uh. It's King Miyachi, baby. Yo. Uh, fuck a declaration page and fucking Uncle Sam. My tees are 10 a piece, I get them Cheap, let's fuck a brand. You see me riding On 95 to the island. I'm from the heart of the rotten, but mama Brought me from other lands. This other hand could leave another man bruising. A couple grams in the pocket, but not relaxing Or moving. Office with the pants slack, stupid Blazer, that's for you shit. I've been kicking with A kicker, snare looping, hella ruthless. What a young fool's gotta do to pay a Mother rent. Sitting in the school, you know I Did it for the rent. See, I've been chasing For the bread since they been chasing for the Prince. How could you ever met the king if You ain't never stepped to Prince, G? Flow so smooth, the voice is kinda grizzly. The rapper half is white, but eyes are kinda Slim, G. You weak lyrics, so peep spirits and Binge read. I consider mine a book of rhymes, You looking flimsy. Uh, Young Cheeky. Yo, Uh, I'm a masochist who's mad as shit. Elevating Lazarus like Jesus Christ of Nazareth. I'm half haphazardous. My brain is just a box of apparatuses. Some people hard to stomach, so I pass 'em Like a laxative. I hit 'em hard and then I fill 'em with sorrow. I'm at the peak Like I'm on top of Mount Kilimanjaro. Does anybody have a fuck that I can borrow? If you front me one today, then I can Give it back tomorrow. Ako, Diablo, CD Kid conglomerate. Macho, Damado, kill the beat and fondle it. I love mixes and weed and some Klonopin. I'm so hot that I don't spit a bar, I solder it. Ahead of my time, I'm anachronistic. Animal rap and I'm cannibalistic. You try to stop me and I damage your Wrist quick. I'm introverted, I'm a fan of the Distance. I give a fuck about your homies and Your scary tactics. Don't listen to your rhymes, they leave me very Flaccid. I spit ridiculous until I'm geriatric. Hairy bastard, bury me in Bloody Mary's attic. Asthmatic, addict. So much potential wasted, it's amazing I still have It. Shout out to my moms for blessing me With all this talent. Hopped up in the game as if this shit Is not a challenge, I'm about it. My sanctuary's vocabulary, Merriam-Webster. Mad professor, got the presence to carry a lecture. It's like I'm a hip hop social Darwinist. Marvelous, the strongest survive, we bury the Lesser. Did you catch that? So sick I need a hazmat. Got them BBWs sweating down they ass cracks. I think my lyrics get a bad rap and Everybody wanna hate, but I don't give a rat's Ass. This shit's about to get ugly, trust me. Pour out some liquor for the homies up above Me. I'm feeling nice as fuck. Your knife is tucked, but we rifled up. You fight with us and you'll be twice as Fucked. Dice it up, I'm a man of my Word. We're splitting it three ways, that's 33 and A third. My thoughts a little absurd, I hang On every word. Mentally disturbed, serving up Sermons you never heard. The mic damage your armed robbery handler. Knock out all the cameras, rob the night manager. Mask on, laced up, let's get a little scandalous. Roll up to the spot smoking green above the Cannabis. Gibbs. Me and T, LP Moss House, let's go. Uh, I said, where you from you got the biggest Hustle to struggle to make it bigger. Instrumentals my outlet, the power on my agenda. Sucker niggas can't grind if you try, skating a Wizard. Wish you would, now remember that TB Sharpener's splinters. Fought from a beginner, Lil' nigga got years in it. Got a mission, staying driven, just putting new Gears in it. When I get it, nothing big, Crib with a Sears in it. Packed shows, my enemies' flows dig me like divots. Team balling, don't need to pivot. My corner need a pick up. Just know we want it all. It's a stick up, don't miss us. Sick of mistrust, gon' miss us. We fuck up your business. Coming up, they with us. It began with just us, uh. That's why my team can't refrain. Bitch nigga hate, they addressing like Rebel Wang. Fuck the night of beat, DeAndre in the lane. I ain't come to do nothing but my motherfucking Thing, and nothing change. Goddamn, I've been at it since umpteen. Fuck dreams, we run schemes. You niggas unseen, unheard. Trying to Chuck T, but I don't converse. One verse, see you too shallow, we diving head First. I'm Pacific, more specific. You born with it, then you born with it. Uh, my legacy different. Your ultimatum was nothing shorter than Damon. You acting, I keep it patient, I was waiting At them stations, uh. Lil' nigga on the road. Got plenty niggas ride, took that mission on his Own. Sent my touche to the city, let them See T on the road. Plotting by the building, That ambition took control. Thank God for what's given, not proud of how We living. But maybe this incursion for society to Listen. Over here we living, but nobody gotta Living. We gon' make it out the dark, Lacey Park know we winning. 'Cause I'm giving my life, Yeah. Yo. Hey yo, these cats ain't on my level, Ain't allowed to debate. I'm making moves, you just jogging in place. Ain't got no time for the hate. I rhyme in confidence, shine for the niggas grinding Success. We mobbing this rap game, we on top Of it. Dominant schemes, we out for the green, We out for success. Running round your grounds Screaming 6X. Yo, coming to a city near you. While I'm moving, hear them click. I don't fear you, you making me stronger if You don't kill me. I'm still doing me like My niggas up in the city. I get money, get better, and get busy. My music will touch souls and that's how you Niggas feel me. Yo, hate it or love it, we making it Public. The realest in the field, that shit ain't For discussion. So go whole motherfucker, start Aiming at something. 'Cause if you hating then you Aiming at nothing. I tell them like, yo, Unique Styles. Young Blanco, the head honcho. Yeah. This life of a hustler is a true Religion. Our god's got a crooked smile and his Tooth is missing. On this highway to hell, at Least my roof is missing. A hot head, but I cool it now like New Edition. Uh, I'll leave the beef in the crockpot. Or leave torsos missing, turning T-shirts to crop Tops. It's the wiggle with an attitude, getting Ready to spazz on you. Fuck a GPS, we let the green determine latitude. Feeling like Caesar and everyone around me's Brutus. All this bottled up anger, should I just pour It on the music? Hate it from my older Bitches, that ain't never mean much. See, back in the day, shit, they was sucking Dick for free lunch. It's real music and we The guaranteed Grammy family. Tell it like it is, we spitting nastier than Granny panties. Bitches keep that ass clapping like A trap beat. Trap house, stable, more runners than The track meet. Chill mode, so bold, I'm driving From the back seat. The fiends want the grams, So I just tell them at me. It's Young Blanco, Ozone is where stationed. Where the bird is the word, so they moving, It's migration. I'm talking bricks, boy, Not the type you build with. It might sound Like street shit, I promise it's just real shit. That wild white boy that none of these rappers Can deal with. I swear it's gotta be the Year of the snake. But now the eagle's on The prowl, see the fear in your face. Mars in house. Cipher Circuit, Leap Year, we here. Yo, I keep my poetry in motion like the constant Cycles of life. One through nine, I'm number one And my mind shines heavenly. Heads try to get out of where it's strife. While rich kids is trying to live it. Don't know how vivid it really gets till shit Gets gritty. 50/50, stays in between. Knowing what's going on in between the scenes on Both sides. We reading between the lines of your Lies. Connect like trains of thought and use each Other for stepping stones to build a real life I keep my poetry in motion like a cypher Counter clock it. Firko I drops it. Hot shit like toxic. Despising fakes who sit back and watch it. When they really don't see, especially when they Rhyme talking about some shit that they really don't Be. But we live, right? Fuck five mics, all we need is one to Get the job done. I keep my poetry circulating, Patiently waiting for a chance to elevate. Meeting fate halfway for insurance, building my Endurance through this fucked up world as I explore It. Dealing with shady types, what the fuck they Know about my rights? Word to De La, I say hi to all My people. We all equal, but heads keep thinking In terms of nothing but better than. But it's Firko, king like Stephen, receiving honor Amongst thieves and I'm tight, outlandish. Like rocking Irish flags down the way, doing Puerto Rican day parades, or talking Spanish in Germany. You got me, mami? Okay then, Danke. And you can call me white Trash with class that surpasses a vast majority of The masses. So check the lingo from this gringo, With no gimmicks or prime time videos. But we in it though, we live it though, With zero limits. So fix your focus and try To notice when I switch up from complex to Braggadocios. And I stalks when intelligent talk a Street walk. I'm sparking in parks after dark to Make it spark. And if you thought, yeah that's Me at the bar getting pissy off of double Shots of whiskey. Making moves that's risky, like Transporting from Pittsby and doing drops in Broad And Arnie in front of 50 while they busy Harassing kids getting spliffy. If the class dig me. Yeah. Uh, yeah. Haze. Yoga Club. I travel a safe quest while practicing Safe sex. Even in a state of stress, I Remain in parade rest. I ain't tripping, walking my course, I ain't Slipping. And I don't even get much support, but I ain't bitching. I'm saying if you can't get The help, do it yourself. If you can't find a reason or purpose, do It for wealth. And don't confuse the meaning for Reason as an excuse. Can't do this shit forever, Stop running from the truth. Look, true story, no guts, no glory. Ain't near another nigga that can do shit for Me. Any man can tell if you a man For sale. A bitch nigga succeed is a man That fails. How the fuck am I supposed to Learn if I don't yearn? I cannot earn, to whom this may concern. Honestly I'm trying to see beyond my odyssey. I can be whatever I can be, but society Makes a mockery. Filled with misogyny, lying to Those who follow me. Tell the children, "Copy me," Instilling false prophecy. If my mission includes foolishness, then all due Respect, I don't wanna do this shit. Used to move keys to open doors of ruthlessness. But at the same time I want y'all to Groove to this shit. Huh? Speak truth till the shots let off. Word to Biggie, I'm picking up where Pac left Off. Huh. Folks don't wanna accept my point of View or attitude. I ain't got a problem though, As long as y'all show gratitude. I'm speaking to the masses too, shorty I'm not Mad at you. Don't cross the line like a Longitude or latitude. I ain't go far, so Philly's on the atlas. Mythologically I'm putting Philly on my back, Shit. Got enough bars to turn the world on Its axis. Geographically I'm putting Philly on the Map, oh. Sniff on this full grown hater. Something leave you sicker than full-blown player. Look, my influence oh so greater. I can suck you in like a ozone layer. Go your way or go my own role, player. If I'm a star then I just go alone, Player. All my Black people, hold on, Player. I'll be E. T. Phone home later. Yeah. Yoga Club. Yo. Uh. Reek the fucking Don. Real music in the building, God-given, let them Know. Uh. Look. I said this rap game ain't the same no More. Everybody singing on tracks, stay lame for Sure. So I gotta kill it, gotta show you Just how I'm feeling. 'Cause if I don't, that's How niggas end up like Robin Williams. It's been a long time coming, but I'm finally Gone. Everybody wanna be king till I snatch the Throne. With million dollar statements in my Android. Been jotting lines, killing beats to fill These damn voids. Hit high school, ain't graduate, But I got goals. Fuck with these teachers said, "Homie, y'all know I got goals." They ain't believe in me rapping, they just call Me distractions. So I guess I gotta talk less And show them through actions. Bet you never thought That I could take it this far. I've been grinding my whole life, time for lift Off. I remember back in the garage, Chuck chopping The beats. I remember finding my flows back down In the C. Unstoppable rookies looking for the magic. That's all I need to do anyway. Free Tre, nigga. I'm so... Ah. So bad. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Fucking it up for you, Tre. Yo, you can never fuck it up, Steve, that's my job. When it come to getting bills, I'm the one That rob. This is Marston House. Yelled, "Mighty, mighty," Martin. When it come to the fire, I'm the one That be starting. Got the heart of a giant, The eyes of a lion. When they talk about Rules, motherfucker, I'm defying. 29 days in the month. There's one more, yeah, I get to catch, wreck, And break this gorilla funk. They don't understand, I've been hidden in the mist. I've been chilling in the jungle with this dragon Fist. I said 30-year birthday to DBC. They don't understand, see all this glow in me. I'm the giant, I said, I'm defiant, I said. I'm the lion, I said, now look at my Head. I'm Prime Voltron, I go on. The door gone, the show gone. Y'all want flow on, I tell you that my Flow on. Box, box, yeah. Numbers like Deadpool. See me and your girl and I fuck her And I'm dead cool. Like a freezer, if you Check the meter. I'm fully gassed up and I Don't need another liter. They put me in the cypher 'cause I'm a Ringer. Ding, ding, ding. I knocked another one out. I don't need to rhyme, I just need to Take the time and turn into Optimus Prime and Lay another line. Like I'm Tony Marcetta or Jules when he's holding Vendettas. I'm so damn good when I get on Cameras. They be like, "Damn, he can't be an Amateur." I'm the one that made the art that You love. I'm the reason why that they can't Get no buzz. When they tapping me they say You're real ill, shit. I've been holding my nuts 'cause I'm brave, you See. Because Black men now don't stand up. I won't stand down or even try to put My hand out. I'll scalp you like my natives Did. You don't understand, I'll rip out all the Pages, kid Nobody hard as in harder as Atlantis In the Bottom of the ocean I'm harder than my dick Up in a Trojan I'm live, I go raw All the time You seen my cyphers, Now look at my mind That's enough, I ain't even try to draw It's Marston House And salute all of y'all Umbrella Corp, Smoke, STS affiliate Let's take it back to the old times Reasonable Dollars, take it back to the old nines Without A doubt then, rap was gold mine Let's take It way back, I'm the old soul kind Let's Take it back, I was a youngin' on the Road mines Back when Pac was frustrated, Big was so calm Different color tall cats, That was the old dimes I was in the Trap, I missed my baby mom whole prime Let's Take it back, let's talk about it He kept A strap, he ain't walk without it They had His back, he wasn't there without it They fuck With Raph if he aired the problem I'ma take It back when you hear the album Back when It was Tommy and Nautica Summer leagues, They was like, Smoke don't fuck shorty up And I was nice, but my man A was putting Forty up When the hating come, you don't hustle With that forty up Let's take it back to the penny candy The Schoolyard, I had an arm, I was Peyton Manning Got introduced to that water, Hurricane Sandy Chucky Was only four-eleven and picking up banji's Fancy, Shorty ass like Iggy I'm a big homie, No Diddy, dig me? Let's take it back to the chinos with the Fortune cookies Unfortunate they had his hand, I'm sticking to his cookies And the only twist Was the mystery that they booked me The buckle Crip was a history that I'm tooken Need more Jersey Shore, but they can keep the Snooki's They Won't last, no class like a sweet hookie Let's Take it back, I got them not breathing It's Very little air in they lungs, I hear them Wheezing They ain't get the blueprint, I see they Reaching They running out of ideas, they slow Leaking I got them geeking, I got them tweaking, It's so even I'm the last of the Mohicans, A veteran So the flow season, my heart cold, This is snow season Oomph, for no reason, Let's take it back We talking boxers and dogs, We talking smack We talking take poppies to war, We talking racks I was a youngin', banging these Niggas on the block Eating rappers, they was snacks One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, packs Four O'clock, five o'clock, six o'clock, racks Forty-four, forty-fives, ARs, MACs He ride around Town with a pump on his lap Contemplate how These niggas even get the facts How these niggas Broke into the spot and took the stash Thinking About when he catch him, he gon' separate they Limbs So it fit and it look like he Taking out the trash Let's take it back, Or we can do the present It's still whatever, I was leaning like a two-eleven Already knew she Was a headache, I'ma need a cedrin' I put It in the air, I'm related to the Jetsons No double decker, this shit like a western I Be breaking records, I'm Devin Hester They don't Deserve shit, why give them the pleasure? I'm from the old times, nigga, holla You just witnessed greatness Somebody's breaking shit in the studio What the Fuck? Who's breaking shit? Steve Skacks, Marston House I said this shit four Years ago We were the only ones to do A leap year cypher Now we're definitely the only Ones to do two Happy fucking leap year Does Anybody have a leap year birthday? No? I didn't think so That shit's pretty rare Steve Skacks, the mighty mighty Marston House Marston House 2.0 D on the camera, Randy on the camera Kaz on the camera, Ethan on the boards I'ma keep talking No I'm Not, I'm out Let's go, guy Trey Digger Mighty mighty Marston No one ain't starting It's that mighty mighty Marston It's that Mighty mighty Marston