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Yo. Steve Scacks, the most beautiful man in the world. Still beautiful. No. Still beautiful. Steve Scacks chain, just as beautiful. What's up, everybody? We're in Marston House. This is--we got, like, three more of these Fuckers left. I mean, Really all it is. Yo, yo. All right, it's fine, it's yo. Check it. I'ma tell you like this, yo. I am sicker than your average. Face it, I'm erratic. Rapid, savage, 'bout to cause havoc. Flow so lavish. You're so tragic. 'Bout to make a hater disappear like magic. Johnson and Hates. You don't want it with me, 'bout to make You tip me like ace of spades. They wanna know if I can really go off On any track that it's just to go. Off On of course 'cause I'm awesome. bossin' your career With a coffin. You're lost and you smell like A possum. More swag than wonton soup. Think you'll never get me off my high stoop. I can do the same while jumping through a Hoop. Better scoop, better boop, then drop off in The coupe. That suits my suit that I'm wearing That day. Don't mess with me, I don't ever Wanna play. Slay with a spray and I say I'm a play in the booth. I see red Like Chris Leigh. Santa, you's a Christmas, hoping You would dismiss. This is business, how you gonna Quit this? Prepped with a hit list. You should Get my wish list. And your girlfriend is on My dick. Yeah, that's how it really be. So silly, he for dissing me. Now I'm making them history. Dissing me, no victory. Homie, come check the wizardry. Beat it up, then knock it out. Rocky of the industry. Check it, I've been chilling for a goddamn minute. Never one to call out rappers, there's a few I should exhibit, though. People see my looks, then Hear me flow, and they say, "Really? Whoa, this little boy can really go. I never thought it possible." Probable my obstacles do be something colossal, So gunning, keep on running to the top. I'm never stopping, yo. Local rappers hate it when I flow because my talents show, while they stuck On amateur as if it's a talent show. Yeah. Yo, uh. Yeah. Yo, I'm not your average dude. I'm a savage, man, these mics my food. Lunatic, I ain't never had a Titan screw. So fuck you 'cause I know y'all saying, "Fuck Me." My crew got my back. You ain't rolling, you can suck D. Underrated underdog rocking in the underground. Mercy Gang, it's time we take it over now. Not the best rapper, but I'm better than most. I mean, my flow's straight butter. You can spread it on toast. Now you can brag, you can boast, but we'll Just keep working while the gang on the rise, And you, you not important. I'm an East Coast warrior, Pine Brook soldier. The reason all these rappers steady peeking over Their shoulders. I thought I told you that we Won't stop. We keep grinding 'til our ticking our Clock. Keep Ripping this cypher at the Marston House. All my dudes musters Out. Yeah. They say once bitten, twice shy. Fuck it, I'll just write rhymes. I always finish last. Get it, boy, 'cause I'm nice, guy. It's like I'm doing wrong, but somehow I'm in The right mind. Thinking you gon' stop me? Get a hobby, homie. Nice try. Analyze the shit out of it and still ain't Seen a bright side. I'm better in the daytime. A wolf, that's my night cry. These people think they know the game, but they Sitting on the sideline. Here to bring that inspiration. All I spit is guidelines. The difference between real and fake, I'm a fine Line. Seems like everybody's happy, and I'm just Trying to find mine. True to myself, I got Rules to abide by. Flow like a machine gun. I spit it like a drive-by. It's like I'm stuck in the middle 'cause there's No way out. Writer's block, gotta stop, Can't get the whole thing out. And hip-hop's just like my woman, they both throwing Me out. Feeling like I wanna quit and just Throw in the towel. But I can't stop, I Keep going. I just don't know how. Black clouds in my thoughts. I can't show that smile. Felt like I was at the top, then I Got thrown back down. I was shattered into pieces. I had to rebuild. I took a loss, but The difference is I lost to myself, and went Through it on my own. Nobody offered me help. These wack rappers talking shit, but what you Talking about? I do 'em like Joe Budden, I'll come and slaughter they house. And my style can't be limited. I'm off the scale. Shout out every one of My haters. I hope all is well. Please tell me how this fucking bitch is all I'm thinking about. You got me fucked up if You think you figured me out. I'm heartbroken by love. Fuck it, I'll go for success. Until the last breath I get of death, I Just give it my best. Just do me a Favor and please don't mention me with the rest. My mom always told me that people quit while They ahead, but not me. Keep running this motherfucker till it's dead. In it for the win, which means I'm in It to the end. Living on the edge, meaning I'm sharper than the rest. My lyrics are so Complex, sometimes they hard to catch. Lately nothing's been the same. I've been forced to change. Felt like I'm being tortured, cursed with pain. I felt like killing myself, Kurt Cobain. I'm so hot right now, I'm a burst in Flames. I apologize to Hefty and Mercy Gang. Told them I'd be in their clique and join Their gang. When that shit happened with Ken, shit Got worse with Jay. Then on top of that I'm working, trying to get paid. Too many thoughts right now. I need to get my mind straight. My heart won't stop beating. It's racing just like a highway. My head's hurting me. Yeah, it's hurting like a Migraine. I feel singled out. Yeah, it's sorta like a driveway. My life was straight, then it flipped and went Sideways. Stuck between the old and new as they Part ways. Dark days like I'm wearing dark shades. Life hit me in the heart, bullseye like a Dart game. I want fame, but not what comes With it. Trust if I did this for money, By now I would've quit it. And even though I'm gifted, my whole world has Shifted. Yeah, I must admit it, I'm feeling a Little different. Hot damn, ho, here we go again. I don't rap with the dome. I still write with a pen. I'm a P-I-M-P like 50 Cent. And if you don't know how to read, nigga, That spells pimp. I seen Guap Mill's name on A Goodyear blimp. It's a good year, No, I'm not tired. Always on my job, even though I'm fired. I'm the boss, big boss, swinging all in my Drawers. Tell me why my girl came to the Crib with drawers. I went to the pussy bank And made a quick withdrawal. Then I'm back to counting money when I get Off. First I pay my bills, then I hit Franklin Mills. Burning all this gas, I'ma need a refill. We smoking premium. Girls always dream of him. Movies you won't see me in. My train of thought is deviant. Pussy, liquor, money, weed, that is the ingredient. For a good ass time, I like to rhyme. Sip wine with a dime if she under 21 Dance all on the pole and I throw no Dough 'cause I'm so cold. I had to pay to get in, so that's All I'ma spend. And I put that on the Hair on my chinny-chin-chin. When I'm ballin' again, cop a chinny chinchilla. I prefer chocolate, still love vanilla. The flu caught me, motherfucker, I'm iller. Pockets cheesy like a quesadilla. Tell these dudes boss up, pass me the salsa. Hip hop Jesus, I could walk on water. Human sacrifice, she 18, I'll take your daughter. Keep it 100 like my phone on the charger. Yeah. Yeah. It's Mercy. Marcy House. Yo. Mercy gang live from the Marcy House. Spit bars that these niggas go bonkers 'bout. Flow cold like the winter, bring your bombers out. Face to face with a artist with a starving Mouth. Stomach touching my back, my ribs poking out. It's time to eat, who's the next rap I'm Choking out? Coming for the crown in they heads. Leave 'em buried alive on the dark side like The album cover for Redman. MC in the ghetto blowing haze with the dread Man. Fuck with UG, word is bond you a Dead man. Lotus told these niggas to move and They still stagnant. Jail got me shrooming, I'm looping through new planets. Fucked into the galaxy bandits. They was sticking out Saturn while Prime Pro was Copping some New Balance. Some shit with the Milky Way dripping from the Tongue. Some motherfuckers a addict, I see your ass Like a full cup. Oh, Yo, Uh. Hey yo, you fucking with the bars of death. My whole squad's a mess. Throw darts, disregard your flesh. Man, I'm coming for that cream like meth with The blood clot. Niggas running off at the mouth, You get your tongue chopped. Now you at a loss for words. I've been popping pills since I was a kid, My mental has been disturbed. The profit ain't right and the drama is absurd. For that green, niggas'll let off shots like Larry Bird. We roll like the four horsemen. My nigga lights out and put your future back In the past like a DeLorean. Me against the world like every kid in a Orphanage. Cool like The Fonz till you niggas start Talking shit. Yo, it's Hefty. Marcy. Last group of men to see the moon come Over the pier. No Energy Plus stain, We been fighting for years. No regrets, we ball together, never alone. United amidst the chaos, now we sit at the Throne. Massacre MCs, we pick our teeth with they Bones. Genocide of wack rappers, we got sick of The clones. All the lyrical tactics wasn't enough. They kept on marching, calling our bluff. So we dug our blades deep inside they guts. Rip out they lungs, roll them, and proceeded to Puff. Recycled it loud and laughed, Y'all weren't tough. Frustrated with the state of Hip hop, we had enough. The slaughter was plausible, you all bore witness. The flow was in all of us, we were Feeding the sickness. Wiped from the earth, Never allowed to visit. Erase all the footprints, this is how we fix This. I cause nightmares, kiddie kids call me Pennywise. Stephen King's shit, here we left a Semi-five. We fuck metal, talent y'all can't deny. You already know, it's Mercy on the rise. Yo, I got a heart of justice, artist that Be causing ruckus. Flaws and all, crawled up out The dark while you walk on crutches. They all keep talking, hate is often what these Fuckers summon. Pucker up and kiss my ass, It wasn't luck or nothing. I've been grinding ever since I copped the purple Tape. Verbal intercourse it with the mic with every Word I spray. Every verse a victory, a win-win Lyrically. I've been through the worst, but the ink Brings bliss to me. Who gave the gift to me? Who saved the will in me? You two-faced fucks, you'll say I missed a beat. Ha. But I stays on point like a sharp Machete. Armed with deadly weapons, when I step Inside the booth I'm deadly. Inside the torture chamber, off you like remainders. Thought you had me going, but your arms are Short to box with Angel. Hardly sane, they regard me as an inspiration. My music take them through the pain that remains To plague their brain. Says thoughts of the past And it's a wrap. You're all fiction. You never fought the wars from within. Never caught him slipping. The soul of which you Saw my vision. Ignore the hissing from the snakes That try to pause my mission. I'm getting rid of you. Y'all was on the Carter missing. Long division, nasty with the R, So when I draw you splitting. Yo, what's up? Fresh out of community college. Nigga was like, yo, Yo, look. I said, yo, MAP forever. The main attraction, we keep them clapping with no Berettas. We are rap's forever, regardless we been Ahead of. We took their heads to sever while Daring others to catch up. You ain't nothing to me, so go ahead, puff A Lucy. Got girls landing on dunies like they Been wanting to pray to me. That bang boogie, we slang loosely, get hanged, Rookie. Been next to best 'cause we steady getting The same pussy. I been a scorcher, I rip Devotors with lines that I've written over depicting My victim motives 'cause I'm next. I rest only when I've been thrown next to A golden throne. The reason I'm not is I Haven't tried yet. The flyest of pilots to pilot You guys is that guy that's who's rhyming, just Popped more than hymens. I'm gone. 'Cause all I ever done was trump The veterans who hate on me, but it's okay 'cause I respect the sediments. The deadliest of heaven-sent to knock you out like Sedatives. The repetition specialist was the best to Set against. Enact his spit, that's why women are 10 to mention them. We see in 10 dimensions, Nobody is a real threat to them. You better protect your set. 'Cause if you can't, what's the point in protecting What's left? We diminish and pillage anything we try To leave wrecked. My belief is Wu-Tang, so homeboy, Protect your neck. Off of Ritalin, the flow, I stay smoking till I lean. I got bunch of women round I've only seen Within my dreams. Young Austin Powers giving golden Shower to these freaks like 24/7 or every day This week. It's like I'm on or something, like I feel like I'm onto something. My longest year yet, if I fall it was All for nothing. I've given everything to my people And all the sudden I'm just getting rewarded by Yeezus for all the stunting like it's good now. I mean, I'm Glen Side born, but won't stop Till all of my people are out the hood Now. Little mommy texting me, begging just to get Took down. Double barrel headed 'cause homie Finished in two rounds. Ew. Yo. Y'all know who I See 24 lines and go into a bit of A rage/ Like what the fuck can I possibly Say to fill up this page?/ Ugh said just Spill, Buck said less work/ Illa said to be The best, gotta have a catalog first/ All of This said in the last couple of days/ Got The kid on the verge of going fucking insane/ Shuffling cards, plucking my brain/ Gonna take more Than a ha to fuck up the game/ But Every time I go ha and shake up a Frame/ But I've learned, lyrics is my leverage on Lames/ Ha, I'm redirecting the lane/ Simply for the purpose of Recreation and change/ Monetary gain, Yeah I love it, who wouldn't?/ On a conquest Conquering combatants these clowns couldn't/ I'm Chosen, something like the golden child/ And it's Confirmed by how well I control a crowd/ Skills Honed in the killer hills of the killer hill/ Where it's cryptic, and the kids are killing still/ The cycle is vicious, exposed to this life as Infants/ It's only right we try something different/ Repeating the process is defeating the progress/ The Reason they try to keep us in they prisons And projects/ Do the math, it's our steps that Determine our path/ So I'm living for the future, Not returning to the past/ Ha, Sensestar, GMC, Monster House Cypher Yo, we got Philly in the building. We got Jersey in the building. We got Scranton in the building. Scranton. got fucking Crestmont in the building. Linside. Harrisburg, we got everybody in this Fucking building. Yo, where's my sons? Come here, I need my sons real quick. Where's my--come here, sons. MHR the Label, remember these two sons' faces. These are my fucking children right here. Steve Skaggs, the most beautiful man in the world, Raising two beautiful children. Monster House, we out. Mercy Gang in the fucking building. Animal rats. Ha