 See, for what it's worth, you fly off of a hobby, nerds. We bow to have a profit turn. So let's pull up B and C, what you've got, like a stop and search. See, we both taught that road shit, but only one of us is spitting on his words. So who do you believe? Is the right can get a visa or a bonny burns? Or the guy who's done more time behind bars and talks his first. So you'll like us, you'll like us, you'll like us, you'll like us, man, plus yo. Yo, can see here, the chemistry's clear, cause this the real friendship here. Not like you high rise, man. Only link for a studio, cause that's your base. We'll get it clear. We've been doing this shit seven years, but that's my boy. It goes way beyond just wrapping together here in seven years. There's been a lot of blood, sweat and tears. I've been jailed six times. He's visited every sentence with letters, expressing fear, trying to get my head and gear. He's letting me money. He's letting me money. And did talk to my debts with clear shit. He practically engineered and revived my run-stick career. If I need a talk, I get an ear, but get his shoulder when I shed a tear. But when you need somebody, then high rise. Then when the fucking other side of the atmosphere, like, like, let's get it. Riding snakes, see, every new member, the high rise is a spit inside the face from every craft made from higher stakes, from car shows, the side whitener takes, the late high rise, run guy, we saw it in the rain, we run hikes, XPs, Savage Vado, Biggs, fuck them ties were great. Now we saw the saturate by every bottle and we spit it out. These are barbed, I try out, babe. And this is my house, mate. He steps on my lawn, so we saw the right that I give it and give it. Cause high rise are the sugar beams. Higher stakes rope is great, but we still see you bitch, he's singing them. I'm not a real, I had love for flex. He was love for respects. But when you diss shortly, that's why I gotta stay real with him. Cause high rise are the usual suspects. We keep seeing that line up change, but it's like, what comes stay in the middle? I stay responsible for killing this. You chose to go first, I promised I wouldn't rebuttal. I hate to be a lion sack of shit. I'm gonna not rebuttal and rebuttal at the same time. Sometimes I can't resist. You had a Simpsons line. The girl blow sacks, or my girl blow sacks, we smoke weed the color of the Phoenix sun's jersey. I'm not gonna rebuttal. So I'm not gonna say your girl blow sacks like bleeding gum's murky. See, I didn't, I said I would not. Hi, I'm Merrick City. I'm from Queens. Run down this resume hoping it got me scared. I said, I'm in a quiet room battle. Howdy boom. I'm like, dude, I don't care. You said I'm cut from a different cloth. I said, I am too. Just follow suit. Don't get out of pocket swear. He said, I'm top tier. I said, top tier. Get the fuck out of here. I'm telling like I told Grimes, yo, you ain't getting paid. You ain't top tier or bottom tier. Let me get your volunteer. Your side body's here. You're a nobody here. He said, you don't know who you talking to. I said, okay, you got me there. Come from Queens with that silly bullshit. He better not. You barely survived the venom shot. Now he think he Eddie Brock. I said, I'm shopping Queens Wall Street. I said, I'm shopping Queens Wall Street. We invest in stocks and gotta let it, and gotta let it pop. My main squeeze, onion, like pepper pots. I said, weapon stock. He think he's safe, but he probably ain't. Okay, bust through the wall like the Joker robbing a bank. I said, I'll ride to his wake in New York. The minute he rest in peace, look in his casket. So much for the city that never sleeps if I get beat up. This whole situation is a bitch. I'm known for rebuttals. If I go postal, then fuck you. Anything city state could get them zipped. Compared to gun to a bunch of weird things like. I noticed my peer here doesn't appear to have any piercings, but I'll put a hole in his head that gains into way more than make his ear rain. I didn't Nintendo do any bad things. It's a gold green, but that dinosaur still get ridden like, yo, shit. Does it ain't outrageous to say that bacon's great on paper? But it came to training days to make the way I spray insane. So this is a genesis. But I ain't playing Sega, I'm saying face to face with them, you're personal space invader. Key for Cubs, that's when it gets sticky. He needs a booster, get an Uber like it's SSX tricky. So what's your Valentine's video? Yeah. That was fucking lame, boy. Just cause you almost got your hand held doesn't mean you've got games. You want to go to war? You know the score. I'm so on board like Tony Hawk. So hold that war. You can't handle my banter. He'll have to revert to the manual when I'm leaving needing that spine transfer. Harry Baker, published author. You're still rebuttals on that real shit. We've all seen this square right but I can't imagine he'll flip. Cause I got more guns than R1, R2, L1, R2 left on right. Cause I ain't a street fighter. Just taking the piss. I am more tool. 2009, eight. Louis time. 10. And all that time. Nigga, you think I still care about battling you? In that time, I bought a whole lot of cars in a new house and you still in the same bed cause Charlie never bought a new couch. Here's the panel. When they got to be awkward, she waking you up like Eric. Eric, these pillows need fluffing. You need to start carrying your weight around here and they can take out this trash and fucking clean this oven. They go out to eat and they don't bring you nothing. Disrespectful. They don't even turn the radio up. You got to hear her scream when he fucking. Nigga ain't got to be awkward. She be mixing up Charlie draws with your shit. Nigga ain't got to be awkward. He be telling his bra we got to hurry up and fuck so they get on, bitch. Nigga, you got to write your name on your own shit. But then he never writes his name on shit. Cause Nigga, you don't own shit. Nigga, swear to God that you don't enjoy the company of women who have dicks. Okay, okay. Well swear to God that you ain't purchased two raggedy ass prostitutes off back page. Lure them to your hotel and then get the scrap in the chicks. Swear to God. Okay, okay. Well swear to God. Swear to God the niggas you burn on stage in Chicago, the ones from St. Louis. Swear to God you ain't know they was gonna flip. I did. Okay, I believe that. Well swear to God after they flip, they ain't get brolic with you, press you and you still paid them to their chips. Are we making this up there? Are we lying? Is it true? I'll give him a guess. I mean, my nigga, who approved this look? Nigga, was it Charlie? Was it Moog? I mean, how much did you have to pay him? 100? Maybe two. What did you chip in? Any money? Shoulda tool. Our niggas rep. Three rounds about how... But y'all failed to mention that them St. Louis niggas was gonna beat y'all. Be looking for lady boys. Go on. The ones who took their meat in their stash. Oh my God. I'm gonna beat you with a gallon of holy water to get that faggot about you. And then I'm gonna beat your ass. You can be creeping. Slide up on him. Slug a dance. After you let that heat go blast, till you give him that isn't dead kid. And I'm gonna, I could catch you on hardcore porn. That was a good shot. I could catch you on hardcore porn trying to sell your teeth for some cash. I'm gonna push less slimy ass up the way. And then I'm gonna beat your ass. You can get him the fuck out of here. Or zip him up and just beat your ass. This ain't even Dose. The nigga who got decked and still your name like forgery. They thought he wouldn't need an ambulance. Patience. Wait till we emergency beam on it. I take it off red like burgundy and use the scope. It go a long way like courtesy. Waiting on the first to lie. April fools, walking your halfway house. Walking your halfway house and fuck up the program like breaking news. This just in. This just in. Don't speak he good cause he fixed his chin. He got one hit, one dirt. Why he trying to get a hit again in school? And I'm a gym star. Teacher nigga, how they further talking to me? Let's see if you can take Dose dumping it. The D on silent like Django. Shoot a fucking clip in the V. Like bang bros. I like this bitch. Rainbows, he can conversation. Smokey, hooker head, a Rubik shit. When you see this MC hammer, that mean my tool legit. Rubik's shooting shit. If you cross me lord, it'll be a crucifix. Gotta keep my hand on the metal or some cougar shit. They trying to take a young nigga out or some cougar shit casking for any nigga. It's way getting sick. Well, that's something that is so hard shit. Who talking? Ripping the tool off from headshot for you John. Ripping the juice off from stomach shot. Headshot. Niggas is moonwalking. I went on your SoundCloud and the achievements you list in your bio are some of the best that I see. It says that between 2005 and 2009 you were involved in the Preston Grime scene. See, he's got a tattoo on his upper arm that says, don't just dream it, live it. Man, bizzose the most motivated and freest spinny. You can never say he's constricted by people's limits because he didn't just dream about being involved in the Preston Grime. In a freestyle, you also said, I am Floyd Mayweather, Jesus Christ and Eminem. Now, that was tight, but comparing yourself to those guys, wow, I'm surprised, because you, but she's way more than those clowns in your life. Because where was Floyd Mayweather? In 2005, the sales went all the way down for your night and you went to promote the event in the town you reside and made it go from profoundly dry to astoundingly height. And where was Jesus? It's all bloody people. In 2009, when your mate producer Keith broke his power supply and you spent an hour of grime without any mics and it sort of sounded alright.