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I hate when I don't have a fucking hat, And I hate talking about some dumb shit when It comes on. But that's okay, 'cause I am The most beautiful man in the world, Steve Scacks. You're at the mighty, mighty Marston House. Fucking Cipher 800. I don't even know anymore. Marston We're going the Fucking We got people from all over the fucking Country here tonight. Coming to fucking I know we Got Pottstown in the building. I heard somebody repping Pottstown back there. But let's fucking go, guy. Yo. I invented a way to cite it and ended The game. A lion, dreaded the mane, diamond embedded The fangs. You bite, but it's never the same. I'm icy whenever enraged. Feel the frost coursing And spreading in veins. When I letter the page With the rhetoric I bled and it stained. From foot to head, always a foot ahead. You're the foot that's treading, slave. Sending the save till my sentiments change for the Betterment of the degenerate race. I let it decay, then ridded it like shedding The feather of a pelican wing. Now watch me dive in. My drive is too strong. You never shoulda been let in my lane. Catch my Tokyo Drift? I am polio sick. Father God is beside me, I'm Don Corleone-ing. Components made of written crime that'll leave beats Victimized when I hit the lines like a stripper Trying to take away the pains of being single To get some fives. I'm a virus in the System drive. Now glitches, why would you insist on Trying to resist the mind of a mystic? I'm conjuring up a spell to turn a twisted Vine of wisdom into delicious wine. Until the kids inside the venue sip and slide, Dip and glide to the set. The Jones like Jim to listen to this sickness for a second Time. The elephant in the room made a splash While you swam in a crimson tide. Bam. Margera bars. Yeah, I'm just a jackass trapped to the plow Of rap to empower that food for thought that Now it lacks. Until my tracks hash, I've been Slaving in the game. No wonder I get backlash from cats that couldn't Touch the flow without a hazmat. Chilling with no ice on, cooler than the Rat Pack. Not quite conscious yet, I'm still taking off The backpack. They wanna make fun, but I'ma have The last laugh. From 50 on Piggy Bank till Them Iggy Afe fans say, "Can't play with him Now, though. It's getting too real, and I'm too Fake," right? I guess I took the red and The blue pill. If I told you what's really Going on, you'd find me dead in a school Kill. If I mess up a handout, I'm never Getting a new deal. But if someone gave me One, I'd be eating till I'm 81. Stacking up the cheese and bread and wait to Pour the gravy on. I'm tapping on the glass Like shattered Snapples next to Savion. Like, let me in the back door and on Stage at stadiums. They bet my baby mom look Like the lady running Avion. An entourage except I'm Adrian, not Turtle. I untuck more secrets to life than keys to Locked journals. They're hidden in my rhymes like The signs in crop circles. I'm a whiz in the head like I got Locks that are dyed purple. I write all night, I'm a nocturnal pot burner. Kettle on the stove till my tea is scalding Hot. Learn to protect my neck like a cotton Shirt with a mock turtle cut. I'm a schizo with flows like, "How they never Heard of us?" Murderous with the words and just As dangerous as a furnace. 'Cause beats will weaken. It ain't a Saturday night fever when I burn It up. Something like the Hulk and Venom, trying To control momentum. Finding I am going in, the Rhymes inside exploding and I'm trying to find a Flowing flip to hide behind. It's so intense, if I liked, you guys'll notice It. I'm evil, people don't exist. I'm eager to be choking to the bleeding in The throat till I'm just beating in their skulls With fists. I'm sorry, that's just how my emotions Get. Rap is stressful when you don't even know Your own intentions. I gotta find something positive To focus in on. So tell your mom I Won't be home for dinner. Uh, Uh. Mic check. Uh, mic check. May I? The young AI his heyday. A motherfucking problem, these niggas should yell Mayday. Lighting up two L's, reminiscing on Miss Lay Lay. Promise I'ma go hard just so every day Is a payday. As I focus on the game, Niggas talk like they signed, but they really broke And they lame. The shit they smoke is to Blame. I pray you choke on my name. Homie, chill, 'cause on the real, everybody wrecked Till they get approached by that thing and it Bang, your brain fumble. Hustle, remain humble. I lay nice with a punch That like rumble, young man, rumble. Watch out my every step due to consequences of Stumbles. They either hate you or love you, so Get your cake on the double. As I roll to the next bill, I been Around, that's why them songs got a vet's feel. Ball on you frauds just to let them know The check thrilled. I'm on y'all, cold bars, come and catch chills. Bundle up. Yeah, wrap all the fuckers up. Tell whoever to front you up. And them DJs, get that dick out they mouth. Enough's enough. I'm just here to make sense. After all, a buck's a buck. I got the upper hand. Funny how I can Call your bluff. Come alive from where they move, Yo. Some will set you, so click. And like Saddam, your body left with a new Soul. All we getting is time like I never Heard of a loophole. Got soldiers doing time. Hope Obama gon' bring them troops home. I started out chilling. Now I want a building and a couple hundred Million with no neighbors where I'm living. You can point out who losing by who hating When you winning. Ha. Yo. Yo. Yo. Won't say I'm the best, but when you see Him, will you let him know I'm looking for Him? In the Marston House for the first time. Been to Mars 10 times and back, they still Trying to get the first rhyme. Better change the locks. It ain't safe for a rapper in the new Year. Sweating through your T, shoulda finished out The school year. Better polish up the vocab. Everybody want a label, don't you end up with A toe tag. Right back from sabbatical. Retired when I tired of hearing grown men call Each other bitches. And assault on my intelligence, 'cause I'm a woman and a beauty and a Beast on a bad day. And when the good times flow like Evans, You'll be in heaven slitting your wrists with your Own dick. Like the tip of a switchblade. Bring my change back quick. You will not know rich on my dime. Charge a penny for your own thoughts. Ain't no quantifying my mind. Yo. Yo. Yo. To be honest, I wasn't feeling this beat. Had to bring in the heat like the summer, Those leather seats. No better MC. Letterman of his team. Never been anything less than what a veteran dreams, Man. I got so much dynamite, they call me T-Rex. Stomping these fake rappers. Be ready or you could be next. Spitting toxic, I'm out of pocket and jaw-dropping. Rap prophet acting obnoxious like-Rapping is not an Option, no. Just take a second, wrecking with every Sentence. Did I mention I'm relentless when I pencil These weapons? This is me chilling, still got you Guessing like an evil villain. Head nodding, take it all in, homie, just keep Watching. Don't touch the dial like you tryna turn Me up. I'm just ripping my style, you can Try to interrupt. But you just did the now And you looking like a chump. This is Mars they house, yo, Trippy Trip, What up? Bang. My name is D'Von. I represent Belmont, New Jersey, And I just spent the last five dollars I Had to my name to get to this cypher. Shout out to C, man, appreciate you having me On. Yo, Yo. Now I am just a product of society. I make music for a living, not a profit, So I hope that you confide in me. I'll tell you honestly, it's more for my survival, And those inclined to judge me, first listen to My recital before you form an opinion. Now as a child, I had substance in my Life but the guidance was often missing. I dreamed to be someone you would be glad To mention, but it's hard to play the game When an artist hardly winning and garbage is all I'm hearing. So part of me wants to quit It 'til I think about the fact that my Family's heart is in it, uh. And I don't ever wanna let 'em down, so To clear the fear in my system, I get Another round and let it run around. My B-A-C level is rising to a point I Can do away with disguises, uh. But just in case I never run the show, I turn my life into an open book, so What you wanna know? D'Von. Yo. Sick individual. Never been arrested, I might be a career criminal. When you see me, it's street UFC. Mic ADHD, the one and only. Rapping assassin. Act hard, I just stand there laughing. You're gonna get your ass kicked. I'm using your blood on the walls I'm tagging. I got big balls and I been through it All. Never have to make no calls. And when I get a text, it's your girl, She wants to sext. So don't even test, keep Looking right and left. 'Cause you'll never know When you're gonna run into me next. I put the mic to the test, my goal's To be the fucking best. I'm all up in the mix, just tryna give A name to the 516 and the 631. Long Island where I'm from, it is my kingdom. I look down upon myself, but somehow I keep Walking. I can see it in my dreams when I sleep, death is calling me. I wake up screaming, alcohol beaming. A schizophrenic human being, evil thoughts Reappearing. Living my life based off what I've been Through. I'll hurt anybody, anywhere if I really Have to. I'll brawl in the local mall, don't Care about you. I'll be spitting slugs straight out Of the handheld cannon. When I get hungry, I flip out and randomly Start attacking. This is no joke, so don't sit Back and start laughing. I live a crazy life, And I want you to sit back and grasp It. Uh, check it, uh, uh. I got my mama foul ways. Dad, good looks, work a job to get paid. I'd rather rap and sell hooks, do my drugs And get laid. After that, I got fade. Last time I stuck around, baby boy got made. Father time don't fuck around, I'm getting older. These bigger cake, real don't hesitate. These bills ain't never late. These whores, they'll never chill. They good, but I got better skills. A way with words to make my bank account Amounts levitate. No, I ain't the strongest, Tallest, or fastest. Don't get fooled by these Glasses. Get your ass kicked, I stand tall and Speak up for myself with no help. And I fuck that same bitch with no chains And no belt. 215 where you reside, probably live In the trap. Where them little niggas rather do A bid than a app. And they scared to take a punch, live and Die by that strap. Want my will to have Some worth, ain't tryna die writing raps. Let me go back to my childhood days. The first half on planes, other half Philly raised. I be staring in the mirror at the man This world made. Like I'm different 'cause I show Love and I ain't never bitching. But I still get grilled 'cause I'm still getting Waved at from y'all whores. I'm tryna score, so I wave back. But these niggas flagrant, don't want me on the Floor. Bet you call it foul when she tell You I hit raw. Yeah, I was born in The South. Born with that bounce, she still get Torn out her blouse. And catch them balls in Her mouth. Natural born millionaire. Rapping, tryna do it up. Flow nasty, bars sick. I don't spit, I throw it up. All I see is half-wits out here tryna match Wits. I know you don't know enough, I snap Like matchsticks. Doing it for the muscle, tryna Cook my first hit. Recipe, brown lick, Green weed, black Bic. Wanna kick it like karate, suck me like a Dirt devil. She a hottie, but I know that It's a demon in her body. I'ma still fuck probably. She gon' gum me 'til I bust like buckshot Out of the shotty all over the place. Sorry. Word up, Man. I'm next? now, huh? Mm. Macro Phonic MC. Repping Arkansas. Pretty sure I'm the first artist From Arkansas here. Mighty Vader plan. Check it. From Murda, though, right? Land of the opportunist, sex scenes with Melagounis. You stupid if you can't use this, MTV with No music. We guilt trip the clueless. Better buy this or you're useless. We feed off the weak, conceit will never do It. The cheap seats are ruthless. Get in here before you're useless. Euphemisms aside, you don't buy it, you leave Toothless. Idiocracy and Clueless, yo, dirt keeps it Fluid. Holiday at nights, we fight to keep our Head above the sewers. Don't choke, hold the news, It's too much to process. 30 second loops of the scoop in the projects. Costly concepts, we rock tops from Congress. Rotting from the inside out, devout plotters. No, you can't stop us. Middle East to Sumatra. Our military decompass. We send to win, profits are killed, and we Change topics. Slide the hand before your eyes. Be meditating, methodical in the land of apple pie. Hop on mics, write like I was lied to And promised virgins. Surgeon with my lyrics, ain't Scared of shit like Tyler Durden. Got 'em hurting from ear punctures and eye gouges. My time's now, it's right in front of me. Humbly competition with my prowess. Highbrows and low lifes. Catch a rich hand to The windpipe. Ain't going out without fighting. Know your role and pass without dying. Look, I'm not saying that I'm violent, but I Keep my eyes on the prize. You try to Stop me from climbing, I transform into a tyrant. Middle fingers up and I'm riding. Fuck you, I'm Irish. Touch every wall in this Bitch like a virus. Leave you quietly crying, I Digress. The quote-unquote best at industry except For the biggest fall in history. Guess who solved the mystery, huh? Macro Phonic MC. Niggas beg for mercy, Lord have. Toe tag, body bag, flow walk with broke glass. Like who the fuck want war, nigga? My trigger finger so happy to smack you against The wall, nigga. You just the wrong one, back Smack whores. Pimp smack attack, leave blood on the Dance floor. Deep voice, Barry White, Turn off the lights. It's fright night, I'm haunting The mics with poltergeists. This is deep thought, blood sport. Bust your guns, duck and run. Shooting screws into your lungs. Bionic force, wind chills, Jack Frost. Holocaust, riding through wars, a pale horse. It's your worst nightmare, I don't fight fair. Fuck a gun, I got an Indian spear. Poison darts, Braveheart. John of Ark with a rusty battle axe to Chop off your beanstalk. Mr. Screwface hang you by your shoelace. Cold case, run a race, Planet of the Apes. It's heavy metal in here, more than metal gears. Bend the metal like Magneto, stopping bullets in the Air. Young monk, I bench press dump trucks. And knives with the gun like who the fuck, What, what? My antimonial claws, Texas chainsaw. Wolverine and the Elohim, Your kingdom fall. Dang. Shit. Listen. Yo, look. Uh. I go hard in the paint, I don't Slack none. Every bar just as real as the Last one. I was blowing haze while I was Writing this rap. Every bar action-packed, How exciting is that? Listen. Swerve on these niggas, lames what I usually call 'em. I work and I trap, so I'm usually Balling. I don't like the wife chicks 'cause they Usually trawling. Connect got good prices, So I usually call him. Drinking Grand Marnier with My cousin Shawn. If you know me, then you Know I like getting on. I like going out of town, like getting gone. Make a lot of music, my track list getting Long. Flow crazy, I could be your Ghost Rider. I'm on fire like the ball off of Ghost Rider. And that right there is a punchline, I do that easy. Do what I'm doing like I'm doing it for TV. Stop staring at me, stop grilling me, You heard? Look at my Instagram, a picture worth A thousand words. But since you watching me, I'ma Show you how to do this. They couldn't keep up, Stacey Dash had them Clueless. Yeah, that last bar was a movie flip. Google Stacey Dash and Clueless, it's a movie flip. I be taking shot after shot like movie clips. You not a factor, you an actor, movie shit. Niggas need to go back and review my shit. Never turn my back on the game, I stay True to this. Like an old head, I never Had a young nigga's mind. Every hour of the day, I stay on real Nigga time. Starting to think labels might let me In. Especially getting started, I ain't even catch My second wind. Sex, money, and drugs, oh, Where do I begin? Wake up every day wishing God wouldn't let me sin. Heaven, I hope I make it in. 'Cause if I knock on the devil's door, I Know he gon' let me in. And I'm sharper than the tips on his pitchfork. Big money, eating big food with a big fork. Yeah, I be having dreams of that. And when I be saying I'ma be rich, I Be meaning that. Where should I hide all these Demons at? I would just spit crack if a Fiend said he needed that. In the streets where I be scheming at. I got your girl up in your bed where You be dreaming at. Got a buzz 'cause I Keep hitting niggas in the head. I'ma kill the game 'til a motherfucker say it's Dead. You must be deaf, you ain't heard what I said. Well, read my lips, money talks, Get some bread. I'm only gon' tell you once, You're bull fire. Flip Flames spit flames, Start a forest fire. Life is starting to take A turn for the better. It got me fiending for the cheese, tryna get This cheddar. We both do it, but I do It better. I'm just tryna make it rain like Hurricanes, what's up with this weather? That's why I'm out every day tryna get my Paper. Blowing loud got me higher than a skyscraper. Yeah, kush smoke everywhere. I be where the money at and nigga, you Ain't never there. That mean more money for me. It take money to make money, you can't get No money for free. Yeah, niggas is funny to Me. I ain't saying I ain't got it, but You can't get no money from me. Yeah. You need to find a new hustle. I'm a businessman, I'm the new recruit, Russell Simmons. Niggas acting all JoJo. Doesn't matter, I be getting biggie on the dolo. Last four bars was a scheme you didn't know, Though. This last run house, I know you niggas Seen the show, though. King of Prussia Mall just To cop me a Polo. She on my social networks looking at my photos. In no relationship, I act like I don't know, Though. I'm just tryna get a little top on The low, though. You know I get it jumping Like a pogo. You only live once, that's the Motto, nigga, YOLO. Fighting for the money like my Name Miguel Cotto. And I be spitting flames like a dragon on Komodo. I'm tryna tell you I got bars, Nigga, don't be fake. Be real and just act Like who you are, nigga. If you a lame, then you a lame. Just do you, ride for yours, but stay up In your lane. Loud that I smoke go straight Up to the brain. Call Flip Django 'cause a Nigga off the chain. I hope you got it 'cause I'm not gonna explain. I'm always on track like a nigga on a Train. And look, I move out like a professional. Every bar real rap, this is my confessional. And I'm raw and uncut, no vegetable. You texting for read 'em, who you should get The message to? Extra, extra, read all about it. Everything I do breaking news, people talk about it. Sometimes it seem like money's all life's about. Every now and then I ask God, "What's life About?" But I never get an answer, though. Born in July in '87, I'm a Cancer, Bro. Yeah, check your horoscope. I'm plugged in and connected. You not 'cause your cord is broke. You feel yourself too much, that's what a molly Do. Got that work in, it's twerking like Miley Cyrus do. Yeah, it be twerking like Miley Cyrus Be. A flame, any nigga out here thinking he Hot as me. And I'm just being honest, B. Flip Flames not on a journey, I'm on an Odyssey. Now go 'head Google the word odyssey. And that's the reason that I be saying nobody Hot as me. Niggas ain't really know I was Miracle. When God blessed me with this flow, I'm Rap's miracle. That's why everybody want a feature. And I usually get a pair of Jordans if I'm buying sneakers. And I always keep it real wherever I be. And go by the name F-L to the I-P. Flames nigga, it's not a game, nigga. I ride out with my day ones, they still The same, nigga. You know me, maneuver through any Obstacle. The girl I'm with exotic, we blowing on Something tropical. Got a mindset like for me, Nothing impossible. You try me, you lose, Tom Cruise Mission Impossible. Uh, yeah. Can I hear it again? Uh, one more time. Sorry, look. Everybody else ripped this beat, Figured that I rip it too. Know I'm going hard, going soft ain't what Flip Would do. Shit, I call the game like officials Do. Nah, I'm not a referee, but I'm official Too. It's not a game, but I play around On instrumentals. Stacking paper, being broke so Detrimental. I got them bad whites drawn up in The residential. Niggas listen when I speak, I'm so influential. I can get you what you need, pick your Poison. Turned down, but what? I'm turning up, bringing noise. Uh. You seen it here first. In the mighty, mighty Marston House. Who the fuck is coming out? Ethan Mintz. He's got a little surprise, but then I gotta Say something after that. He's gonna sell y'all Something. He's gotta sell y'all something. We're ready. Let's go, Ethan. This is my first appearance on the Marston House Ever. I always sit in the back. We got hair for sale at Marston House now. We selling wigs in here. You know it. You know it. It's cheap too. It's all love in Marston House. I know everybody really wants to see the beautiful Steve Scacks. I'ma let you see me one more Time before we get the fuck out of here. Steve Scacks in the motherfucking place to be. Let's fucking go, guy. Ghost Town, Baby