 I'm sure this is both of them well-wired, don't know if USA is still a hashtag DMAFD, Bigam I've got a roadside in Bamboo, everybody else. We're here in Philly for one of the last battles of the day. Both of these two opponents unfortunately had their opponents drop out on them very, very last minutes. So this afternoon we organized a last of one-off battle with the crowd at the end, so I could both get a shoot-off to spit some ice in both of them. Alright, MC on the right-hand side. He's appeared on both of them before, but not for a while. Both of them, we've got to see him make some noise. Let's go! I'm sure that zip line was good at some time, but yeah. I appreciate the zip stepping in the last minute. And MC on my left-hand side. One of the vets at the scene is going for a debut. We've got Jane Ghost, make some noise! Alright, we've skipped off camera. You know what, the zip to go first is unlimited. One minute round, and one round, so you can see the show. Right there! The purpose is to decide the fluid. But that's why I ain't got no patience. That nigga knew I was charged up. Like a jump-store ready to test hard, like an EKG. But instead I got this skinny-leg Jean nigga standing in front of me. What's your battle? Mav-tuation's supposed to be half-nice? Man, that shit bore me. I don't want to hear about the guts and glory. Nigga, these cuts get gory. When I see your guts, no glory. That's math. That right-hand putting in the sleep like a bedtime story. And once that nigga knocked out, slumped. And that there be a wake-up call. These two fists, like pacemakers. I was going to put the beats to heart. But now I'm schooling this kid. And I got two e-races. And once I clap them together, they're going to leave them in chalk. So let's talk about how you a starving artist full of debt. And you ain't even the hardest out to set. Dickhound carving at his chest. Like I'm starving for some flesh, but something drowning to the sound. Like I'm harming what this nigga says. That's why it ain't no fair ones no more, my nigga. If you don't want to get rolled on and don't force us, is you're going to see a bunch of nines spitting out that window like you riding past the shorty was. So fuck saving any mission. Hold it down, y'all. So fuck saving any mission. I popped the clip and hit the spit until they all come up. Getting boxed in like a bump house. You're going to see clips everywhere. Like you and Charlie just stepped into a fun house. I mean, if I pull that gun out, I'm serving toast fast and in a waitress at a diner. Tell your mama I'm a finder. Put that nine inside of a diamond. Now she's fucking with a minor. I ain't a step back. I ain't want to battle hearts in no way. I'm Cali niggas gay like day. Shaving his legs in the tub with your palm in the nose. And you're going to see a semi-pop a buck that you do. Light work. I'm talking about an electrician fixing a bulb for the twitching. This shit is light work. I'm talking about shock wearing niggas lifting a king. This shit is light work. I'm talking about contrasting with heat. I make a pipe burst. They said this kid came out of nowhere. That's Christ's birth. Do you see the blade? So go ahead and prep. I'm landing both sides. It begins there. They're crazy. That barrel steams to the side of your head. And leave a perm that's avert. But you can see we kill us. When the mom saw like one of these courier PG niggas. Was it switchcaps? They got the worst killer juniors. So I suggest you watch your mouth. Like Jerome in the house. Are you fitting to get your hustle man Rob? I got a tiny so big. That jaw keep fraying like it got a job. But you want to be a boss. Use a fruitcake who wouldn't bust grapes. You must have cracked your melon thinking I wouldn't go 8th. Raised twin banana clips in his apple. That's a couple pairs. And they ain't helped Rick Ross lose weight. You better off killing yourselves. Cause it's gonna be like you was eating pasta out of a lobster tail with a side snack. Niggas, you got him bummed out. And I had to laugh. Cause I was fucking astonished. Like this bitch asked me what y'all be clapping for. Trifling bitches. I don't fuck every chicken in your family. And they told me you was a no herb. I just wanted to see how your sister acted. So I started making whoopie like Mr. and Mrs. Goldberg. I mean that's why you a pussy. Frown like you ain't a dickhead. Like when they hit the slow-mo on that tranny queen. Basically what I'm saying is that shit for the act. But he ain't hurt with me. I ain't really prepared. But fortunately I got word this little Puerto Rican wanted to see me. Now look at this fat motherfucker. Y'all really think this little Puerto Rican could beat me? I mean no offense to my Reapers. I love PR for me. But I'm gonna have to treat them like friends and do this PR easy. Listen Pop. I make classics. I don't do no jokes. Like Old Red Burst. Who know? Me like Spanish 1, 2. You know those. I'm gonna make this more simplistic for y'all. Take this out. Take this out. Take this out. Take this out. Take this out. Take this out. Take this out. Take this out. Take this out. I'm gonna make this more simplistic for y'all. Take this out. This right here is a hand you can't let go. So fuck your hands out. I'm sure y'all will cheer even when I stand down. And these new niggas though they're just all luded. Are you my nigga? Or just another new bitch on stage like new niggas seen before. You a new nigga. Check the views nigga. In just about all the comments made. I never lose niggas so you can clone yourself right? You control yourself, become two niggas, and you still wouldn't get to double-due niggas by stuff like this. I'm telling you, if I can mention the tall streaming guy, y'all know that. Listen, funny niggas, right? I hauled me up three times. I prepared me. I've ever said that we're all seeing eyes. And you, my friend, are in reach of hauling. You stretch word on some world record shit. But really, if you ever hear this cat in the bars, in the way he stretches it, you won't be a surprise to the board when one of his lines quickly came running out with a measure of stick. Check his vids over these next to spit. I bet you this, when he says the shit, he sounds like Floyd. When he write the script, he's like, oh, rain, shoot, I ain't gonna finish the rest of it, which I'll get the pick. Listen, that guy, I get the shit. You want to sound extra sweet, make every letter, feel the use every bit of my nigga, you didn't stretch the word so long. By the time you said this shit, the bitch had a sub-check, a credit deal, a testimony, she let her sleep with an eccentric. I don't know, I don't know if anyone ever tells you this, but you've been literally reached for the stars. I'm not saying you can make as long with my boy. I can't tell him not to reach. You know that's what they do with you. Raise the bar. Man! I revolutionized the game, and now they're hoping that goes corn. Well, I'm about to split soon. But right now, I'm so corn. Split soon, so corn. Nigga, you're flow warm. I'm getting my cobalt. Like anemic with froze corn. I can open toast anytime with these frozen corn. So it's cobalt, and then this is a frozen corn. See, for these snakes, I cut yards. He thinking I'm low lawns, no I'm talking rains. That went by so long. Listen, you can't flow like this. It's not a debate. I'm an original illustrator. You just caught me in pace. Your whole style is derivative. Me, I'm never the same. So while you're stuck up in traffic, I'll be setting the lane. Given the direction of the game, that's neglecting the fame. We're trying to take the sunshine, and I'm fucking in the brain. He's lost all the beasts in it. Can't stand to take a seat. Nigga, bulldog, ripping out the leash. Nigga, nothing's just a pot. Like a hundred of a slime. Like a brown pig. You won't get a copy from this shop. I ain't rapping, I ain't talking. I ain't slacking, I ain't fraud. With this rapping, I can borrow it. Who I actually think you're drawing. If it's back, I need to talk. If it gotta get the spot. If it's a bullet like a cold, then that should get the coffee. That means everybody's so dense. This film wouldn't make no sense. I can't believe it. Look, I used a little bag. Look, I'm sure you probably have performances where you shine like a chandelier. But no one ever see you. I'm sure you probably have to see me. Look, I'm on his age right now. He's lying. I'm sure he's heard of games. No. He's part of a fraternity-bundle dust. That's how you kick his sand. I mean, really, with all that leg movement, you don't know whether he's trying to rap battles or riverbanks. Nigga. Nigga. Check this out. He likes to stuff so much. You probably made his height man wear tax shoes. Really? He grabs shoes with the tack boots and let that tack move into the cellar and let you wear back shoes, right? You curts, fricking ass snickers. Listen, I should smack you in the back and knock some ass to all these black dudes in the back. You want back boots? That's cool. And pass through them shells. Come slow. Pack open like cashews. Attach two tack tools inside the sack shoes. You ain't got my paperboy. Well, that's bad news. I hit your team in clear space with the tack boots. You catch it the hard way. Let this nigga cross, man. It's real. Ain't no leave his fucking body with a hard way suit. Look where you snapping. Fuck pulling the weapon. I'm so much a gun. My right hand might get booked for possession. Listen, I'm too hard for this pussy. That's why these bitches know this. I keep that monochrome signal on the biscuit focus. You better move before I catch you off the crib and post it and get red on your door like an eviction notice. It gets all black and white like segregation was a fluke. I hate niggas like Hitler. I ain't racist, but it's true. I better not see you flushed unless you pay me what it's due. That's it. Because I left an eight off more than I'm taking on your Jews. Listen. Shit. He talks about, he talks about, man, all this hook shit. Look, all these watch it. Because the scary thing is I might need to run past them. I mean, you would think after that one hit you might even go and quack them. That's, listen, that's the naked truth. Guarding, eating, or rapping. But fuck it. Since we're not in a big apple, I won't even come out. I'm gonna say this. Everything is reported we already saw. It's the complete prostitution as was said before. The coin been made. Check the score. From the record, y'all, I've heard more of this than the record store. But still pack a full house, no deck of cards. You won't need a co-stater just to check the bars. I'm overhairs with my racks, me projecting balls. I'm letting off. Listen, I ain't trying to rush them off. But you can get these double Ds trying to get across. Get in the house once I get the bread across. Who wants the bread involved? Well, all y'all know she is the red dot. But the viewers at home, well, they gon' take the cameraman press the cord. But the bar's like, press the bars, left his corpse down in morgues and dressing doors. She didn't battle shit. I mean, this I ain't even letting for, like, huh? But for instance, I beat my ass. He told the dread head bar so he asked us, I got the W. Ours? Boy, I checked the wars. Listen, all I really need is like two more cups. And I'll be on another level. Like, two floors up, I slow down and picked up like a two-door truck. So there was bars on bars, like a two-floor club. I mean, folks slid them and catch shots. So I'm front of the net, I go to them. Get back to them. You better check your girl because I spit so ill, they say the poops to the plant, but her gel is real. You may sleep on me. So if you sleep on me, well, then you're fucked. I'm like, God, you're a sex appeal. You're a sex appeal. You're a sex appeal. You're a sex appeal. You're a sex appeal. You're a sex appeal. You're a sex appeal. You're a sex appeal.