 Yo, what's good? This is Don't Flop Worldwide. We're back here in the ATL Georgia. It's the final battle of the night. The warm-up is resurrection. Please make some noise. Let's go! Now follow Sonny, follow Sid, shout out to the director and everybody else in the building, man. This is the main event of the evening. Shout out to all the other AMCs. We only had five battles on the card. Nearly every single one of them have debuted. They all fucking tore the roof off the place. All right, no further ado. Main event is the resurrection warm-up day. I'ma let my dude Sonny say he's on the left. Let's go. Sonny Bams, check out our sponsor's packed certified block party. And to my left, straight out of Baltimore, is dude is our veteran, my man, A-Crew. A-Crew, men 247, roll one, Mark Hips, you know what I'm saying? B-More. Sick one, K-A-Crew. Let's do it. Yo, what the fuck is good? My name is Sid V. Lunacy. You know what I mean? Shout out to Cook Food Nation. Shout out to my homie Chef Tres out here cooking, man. I'm speaking to spit that heat. Shout out to the dude on my right, Automatic Ray. You know what the fuck it is, Automatic Ray, Southside, SGX3, Petty Life Gang. Ow, fucking day. Let's get it. Shout out to Cook Food Nation. Yo, one last thing, this is another non-judge battle. So make sure you take 30 seconds at the end of the video to click through to the poll. All right, so round number one, main event tonight, resurrection night one. So who am I? Great. Let's go. Pull it down. Yo, I said nigga, you rap like... Don't disrespect Chinese people because my Tai Chi is lethal. Sick multi, bro. I ain't gonna see you. But this shit feels like the nurse... I said sick multi, bro. I ain't gonna see you. But this shit feels like the nurse got holy water on drip because you took the God in vain like an IV needle. Take a second. Let's think this bull shit out before you run your mouth. I'm the reason they had the QP battle at Sunny's house. I punch a turd in the mouth for talking that sucker shit. It's a blindfolded gang bang. You don't know who you fucking with. You got shitty references, the Asian gimmick and mad aggression. But I skip school. I been shittin' on class since I had a lesson. So we gon' stomp you and shoot you. Feed the body while I pack a weapon. Get your hat smoked and your back broke like a bad investment. N***a, you been shootin' boats, doin' fuckin' reps. Sensei says you the fuckin' best. So you run up and a n***a punch a hole through your fuckin' chest. I bring the blade for what I meant to do. Raise it to your ventricle and cut class like, Nah, player, I got shit to do. Mega lets you limp away. You ain't gettin' it past me. The plan was to act a donkey. Now you're gettin' your ass beat. If you bout it, fuck it. I ain't shot a n***a since last week. Sons foolish, I jump stupid like an ignorant athlete. I said, sons foolish, I jump stupid like an ignorant athlete. Nevermind, rather or not, me and my mans don't feel you. It's drama, right? I'm katana-like. My fans gon' kill you. I said, nevermind, rather or not, me and my mans don't feel you. It's drama, right? I'm katana-like. My fans gon' kill you. Listen, you can't beat me in Atlanta. It's round here, I'm the man dummy, so the cat's out the bag. Now you pissed off and hungry. Gun bars. I don't wanna hear no gun bars. Your street cred is in the red, n***a. So tonight we make a movie. Crouching tiger, hidden dad, n***a. Fucking character. Every battle it's been said, n***a. Tonight you get smoked for having no flavor. You're a red swisher. How y'all doing? Get the job done. I know I killed y'all with the weight like Benoit's son, but I'm here. Me and this Asian bitch going hand-to-hand, and it's about to get real. Hello, kitty, don't stand a chance. Time. This is good. South and Chevy ride slow. You saw a teatop fly past you. You have Caucasian making girl songs. Pimpin's not in his veins. I ain't playing like Chris Bosch. White side blocking the game. What's in my brain? Sharper than a Pres Mafia fan. Street where I'm from. Sharper than a Pres Mafia fan. Street where I'm from. Swole you up. You not in my lane. Take him hostage, then I'm robbing your gang. Everything gets stole off your block so we can lay down money. You're all dough getting dropped. Titty so big I thought his shoulder's a pop. Is that your neck, bitch? Guess list. Just rolls in this spot. Magic line, try to say you made that better. Clown shouldn't say that ever. Bitch, your back look like beige-colored Maybach leather. You want me trapping in your verse? It's like I got work in clientele because Audie Maddox getting served. He broke all we say he had on the first and don't got it. Boys tell him throw down. He kicks pennies like he fucked with phone posits. Ho, stop it. Inside of a grave he get found. This dead body turned to zombie. Raise in the ground. Your local community's the only place that you famous around. Tracks never hit. Songs only banging by his homes like Mexican Crips. I said this dude. Your crew got it. I said yo. Bags, we smart niggas friends. Banging by his homes like Mexican Crips. He on the petty as shit. That's why you stay in broke. He needn't be petty with a girl when he dates a hoe. You tell the girl you gotta pay me back for that steak, you know? She like I'll suck your dick. You just want the filetio. Over there looking like your cholesterol is going up on a Tuesday. What shit, what shit? I was under the impression there were certain things we wouldn't speak about. My new best friend of four minutes shouldn't be using fat jokes to bring me down. So how about this? Your sister's name is some young hoe. I said your sister's name is some young hoe. She likes to sleep around. And your mom be making rat-wallah pot-pot. I said normally we party without a towel. That's how we do things. But nigga. Picture Liu Kang hit the blue flame hitting strippers with loose chains. The Asian pride gon' get you body. If I were you I'd be choosy, man. Cause you let this brown guy fuck your image up like Karoochie Tran. I said nigga, you a fan. Admit it. Don't make yourself a liar, bro. Cause you made a blog dissin' me for sippin' drink out the styrofoam. Now, either that makes you a dumb faggot or a punk addict who's too broke to get high and hates on another nigga's drug habits. You a poor excuse for a human being. If that shit isn't bad enough, I seen a bitch you be bragging on. That shit isn't addin' up. I ain't pressed for your hoe. I heard the pussy was wack as fuck, but she heard I black with a hard drive and wanna back it up. That's bad luck for you cause you may move like a game guilty. Smash brothers too fast. Yo bitch give me a blanket. Give me a blanket. Nigga a blunt. Nigga a blunt. Raise a freak by a full level faggot. She blew my brains out on the toilet like full metal jack. Now it's the puncher. But why waste them on a nerd with lies about my gallant mother? So it's gun bars, bitch. If I blout a thump or a headshot, it makes you a pervert. They gon' have to get your mind out the gutter. Heartless writer. Till I show up dipped in Teflon, that's I'm about to spark a tiger barrel big as the roided right arm on Mark McGuire. You're in the cans like an employee with dirt on you. It's hard to fuck. But you the Liu Kang a battle rap. Shit I ain't mad at that. Now just a week. I said but you the Liu Kang a battle rap. Shit I ain't mad at that. Now there's a yellow nigga with lines we get but loses back to back. So what I'm saying is you've been flanged off the dome your whole career. But I checked the score. Pionn how'd you get over here? Having ass in your name does not make you the shit nigga. Pay you to slay me? Well if not he should. In fact I'm in my round quoting one of yo bars that is crazy. Yo got on the thermals but what body heat you kicking? Fucker talking Liu Kang, Tokyo drift, that's a race angle. But after I kill him I'll cross over and I ain't taking race ankles. In the 22 with a tulip gripping. True savage got expensive lines. That's Louis Stitchin. You the victim. Shit questions. Dude so fab when he steps his chest is moving with him. Open minded relationship. His booby swinging. Two prescriptions. I don't think you banging a long nose. Jewish women. Who's the smithin? Just fake punches and who you bucking at? Two for flinching. Gang or they make believer truly with them. I swing. They'll say his people threw a fist and they'll get killed with a cross. If it's crucifixion. Do some chicken. Two subscriptions. You singing like new addition. Fire rounds. No gasoline. Hula hoop. Who we kidding? Who? I said fire rounds. No gasoline. Hula hoop. By who you who? Sea murder. That never knew a limit. Yo this is the shit that he ain't using with them. When you, you and you was with them. I already said that part about sea murder. Never knew a limit. He talking about he got the douche douche and he's shooting with it. So much comedy. I thought he had a movie gimmick with Eddie Murphy and a moofoo in it. Looking like the clock. Clock bars. Peter with the guns all reckless. Till somebody's shot clock. 24 seconds. I get plenty fucking clock. I get plenty more reckless. Get on some violent shit. Two hands stuck inside his face and show him what time it is. I blame you. Y'all brought this mark around me. I'm not saying it'll spark around me. But if dogs about beef then why blog about me? I don't gossip like you bitches. I'm biracial and my fire's bigger. So more ways than one. I'm a whole different type of nigga. So you like multis? I'm a giant flying like leviathan with iron skin. With veins inside the spine that's in my mind of liquid nitrogen. I cry for what my time was spending quio-genic time suspense to wreak hate and hagg it up. To wreak hate and hagg it on weak Asian faggots that can't rhyme for shit. Which is why it kills me that I gotta do my son this way. Oh you a ride or die nigga. Well you're only doing one today. Your bitch starts she'll buy me a whole Xbox one for the dick. But please don't get it twisted cause I ain't come to play. I said you don't want no fucking beef. We paying for our sucker son. Scapple your chest and play hot potato with your fucking lungs. If I ain't in the mood to torture force feed him the fucking gun. You a pay for this shit with a mac in your mouth like a number one. Why nigga? You gonna make me punch you till you cry nigga. How I address these bitches is crazy. Bridezilla. It was like boring and dry filler. Cause I scheme why you niggas are sleep like I'm chill. So Nestle told me Jet Lee's only as good as I let him be. Plans to show his teeth he getting better green. Brains on your hands, eyes on your calves. Now what's left? The thought of you holding on to your legacy. Fuck. After this you're dead. I'm done with your whole ass. Your family asking questions like, was it messy? Did he go fast? R.I.P. I just gave this nigga a toe tag and now your family ratchet his fuck. Cause bitch they ain't got no class. Quit the people suck the niggas vibe. This shit make me wanna ask you other niggas why? I think it's time we cut the suck niggas time. Every time I get inside the ring. Them guys is fake. Said his mom found him a deal. He bout to get signed and paid. You sound like a bitch. I'll make a pile where his ass is laid. Kill a brother. Tell a single mother he got signed. Dad away. Yo. Your mom's doing everything she could for the dude. You ain't even got to have punches. You just put up your dukes. She's A&R's A- Yo. I said she's A&R's A&R. And that's cool if she a rada da. You ain't got to deal with any other blase blase. Plus you do whatever your momma say. Makusa. That was cute. You got bodied by Briggs and Tress. Didn't say nothing back about the break and collapse. Cause Sheffin-Raw was making you crack. They get glory and you're the glory. And this auto stays in the past. Have a scrap. Talking bout you gonna pop Chris. I guess you gotta be more wet for that. Just leave his brain disattached. Leave blood on his features like a 50 put game on the track. I'm in his home state. Everybody in his street know. His cap's fake pills. That's placebo. I said that's placebo. I spell your name out. Right after I take his weed smoke. He be crying for his quarterback. A-U-T-O. I said you make shotgun sugar. Look like he ain't got no jugs. I have no truck while you chicken on the side. You guys like a Roscoe lunch. Yo, I hit him with something that'll probably drop him. Comparing me to you is like a razor blade to a Q-tip. I'm sharp. He's not. And that'll show who's doper. I'm an oxy cotton. Let's go. Serious for nothing. That's why me and Spat need to have the seriousness.