 Yeah, what's good, this is Don't Flop DMV, Don't Flop USA, you know the score. We're getting into another one of the main events of the day. We're here in Washington, DC. No further ado, you know the score. It's another non-judge promo battle. Please make sure you log on to the Viewpoint Facebook forum, log on to don'tflop.com, do all that shit. All right, that being said, let's get into the battle. debut, I've been trying to get this dude in the league for a minute. Good to see you in a minute. Please make some fucking noise for XL. Let's go. Yeah! You already know. And on the left hand side, make sure you check that automatic ray clash from our last trip, if you haven't seen it already. From BMO, we've got my man, A-Class. Make some noise. Go on. All right, so three, two minute rounds on my man, XL. Let's go. All right. Y'all ready? Yeah! I said, Err called me to take A-Class. I said, fuck school. He said, no. He said, no, I said, what? Who did I search? Saw you get tough, dude. No, with me, you'll get struck, bruised. You try in front, making a abrupt move. Get treated like A-Class in my younger years. That's cut, dude. Now, fuck you. Now, I know y'all like X-Chill. Why are you so buck, dawg? I seen the dark side of the game. And now the love's lost. They put a chip on my shoulder that can't be brushed off in this for every time I ordered Chinese and got no duck sauce now. Now what, boy? Ready to question everything. I give them what you never bring, but y'all gassed them up. So if I seem stressed, you'll need one to patch them up. Y'all watch X-Videos. Then him winning, they added up. A-Triple X-Half. You always been an average fuck class. I'm here to kill. I'm a predator in my apex. Caesar or the apex are punched through apex A. Guess what I did while prepping? I grabbed the map scenies from B-more, so the DMV is his habitat. So home crowd buy is expected, but I come strapped with rap. Some John Lee Marvel while killing with A-Gassamac. Matter of fact, you said he was a tough writer. You said his pen was ill and everything he'd give up fire. Well, why am I standing here puzzled about why you put an Asian next to X? Fuck, you're trying to be rough writers, fuck. Oh! Oh! All right, all right, all right, all right. That's racist. Fuck. That's fine. Fuck liars. Talk to me. You took that route, why? Is this punishment, because I said you lost that black goat five? That you sent him to test the strap? Crash done me the boss. I let that 80s ring. I'm Jack Tunney. He could scrap, but no, I'm quick. I react ugly. This kid play get his head box. If class act funny, rap hungry. Oh! Know that they booked me to belittle class, because I'm from poverty. You represent everything I didn't have, so that fake shit get me mad. I flip and grip the mad, give them work in a blue collar when they hit your middle class. Get the bag. They shine zipping. You could get banged on with Simac Big T and hit you till you change form. You'll lose DNA. Take on my brainstorm, try NWX and get your whole saga reigned on. Pray. Because this is only the first dose. I got two more rounds. I got some way worse quotes. And I know you got fans. Now they like God damn, but this nature ain't class deaf. It's God's plan. Team hard. It's good, it's good. It ain't real. And for rocking that Dallas hat here, I'm going to put you in a box to give you that FedEx feel. No, you've been struggling since you came out. This man's garbage claims Islam, but doesn't follow a law. Anarchists parted. Him never would scrap. That's cause exes bitch. Betty Shabazz. Lot of shots you a music video. Shit was a relevant trash. You get severed in half. I'll even pop that Jose like a Mexican dad. This K.A. crew, we tag my name on your block, the ghost in the DeLorean. How you named yourself God, but couldn't handle born again. Look around and get your George Foreman split. I'm so ahead of you. It's like I'm in 40 tang driving a Porsche Benz. I'm saying you can bring some dollar signs to bet this won't be a homicide. And my man will bring a grand to your block like a Larry Johnson drive. I said, I take his guap and I'm gone. You put up your house and spit a rhyme. You put property on. It'll be like the new smack. Casa is gone. I said, he get mad, pull out a shotgun. My crew got equipped it as well. Think demolition man. Cause he don't want shit with the shells. I said, he don't want shit with the shells. This nerd came in the game quick and fell off cause he isn't for real. He was always trying to spit scientific, trying to be conscious, sounding dumb. With that average backpack swag, you'd even be calming in 91. You always saying shit about space and you talking about the guns. But when all you wrap about is planets, I don't think the revolve around sun. Team homie to Team Coson, he a fucking bum. I'm going to show you why G's get hits. No DJ mustard drum. You better hustle son. I'm throwing punches you get buckles from if I tussle with this 5% around my muscle lung. That's for coming at me sideways. It'll be daylight at his apartment when I leave him in a divine place. Even if my punches side scrape, your mind state migrates. Beef gets smoked. I heard you wipe the fat bitch. She try to step in a toaster. Birdie'll flip like I put shit on the roster. Your bitch so fat, she make you look like less of a father. I put in work to get off her. This motherfucker, he ain't steady with rhymes. You got emotional on the fucking phone on the interview when I said he was on a steady decline. I'm asking you all this, why do scrawny men always end up with women that are hella wide? I don't know, but if you see a girl that needs to work out, then exercise. I said, when I hear the word prodigy, my mind thinks mob deep or extra special shit. Like Mozart, at five years old, composing notes with intelligence or getting your PhD before puberty settles in, you call yourself the Asian prodigy. Well, let me tell you this, you didn't bring havoc in that one battle you took, son, you took infamous, but you always look like this shook one, look, son. But you compose is not advanced. We braw standing for and watch your ranking standing for, classic cool, but a classic, oh, I just can't hand you dog, the real prodigy. Mozart don't stand a chance at all Asian prodigy. And y'all believe us, style, convinced. When I heard Get Mep slap for being ignorant, look at this nigga head, tell me there's no resemblance. Picture it, we all in a block, chilling, we on the street, bro, you let some weeks walk because we doing what we know, he walks up, hat sideways, leans close like y'all, east coast, our floor, east coast, bro. I like style, you know nothing about, plus shit I plant, I proudly make you throw up on your couch, get punched in your mouth, doze off and wake up mad, you got jokes, you better hope them shits make us laugh, throw soap and get peppered, shit is shake up fast, say some of the vacation, then we take heat and break up class, you straight up trash. You straight up trash, well, not really, more like recycle bin, because these leaves recycle him, now the cycle's here, your cycle ends, on this year life depends, look, analyze Earth's frown, things depends when I shit, he'll watch you die per round. Damn, that was a reach, but that was my first, if it was, that was my first one ever, so let me rock, one eye, letting that auto tune, I'm petty wop, I did this for brandy, Earth tried to pay me heavy, petty wop, but I said I need his face to match my pockets, heavy knot, so chill, realized this stage was a play, another card, another meal, put whatever at stake, nerve-wrapper or street niggas, I eat them like Mikey, life made me dissuade, boy I know you got, it's my slogan, boy I know you got fans, they watch like God damn, but this nature, A-class death is God's plan. I spit that impeccable heat, he incredibly weak, your whole-style bootleg, I don't think sell in the street, be careful while you out here in DC, then armor-piercing rounds might just hit them, you'll see top killers in the cell, life in prison, you always talking how the cultures it'll smoke, though somebody hit sell like I called you on the phone, out here you should stop barking about the chrome, cause all they do is listen to Glyzzy and start talking with the nose, call themself God, I make prey out of them, I could see something fake about them, only time Jesus shot in Boston Ray Allen, the unit, you ain't rising from the ranks, you call it a robbery, then the cash bags exploded, money died in front of banks, you didn't kill her body, how'd you rap in front of young Buck and your performance was a little shoddy, my K.A.s will pop X, peel the Molly cause you all around sweet, he'll win lobby, you ain't really hide me, I said you ain't really hide me till you kill somebody, so watch where you acting silly at, plus his hustle soft like a shawty, this bitch got the little stash, all he do is take a bunch of gun bars and stuff it inside his filler wrap, knowing he ain't really strapped, eating dirty pussy, the only time is middle of clap, I said only time is middle of clap, where your children at, he battles twice in a month, no wonder they call you God, he sacrifices his son, family shares dinner and has an appetite when they're done, they won't eat, but he good, as long as he traveling out of town with a dope scheme, for your fam, Christianity's the best for you, you ain't really hide me till you kill somebody, for your fam, Christianity's the best religion for them hoes please, cause it's based around loving a father you don't see, they look you right in your face and be like, fuck you Jason, where's my mom at? I'll end up financial social services and tell them your fam's all victims, no wonder they want to be saved, they want to dodge children. Scarlet Mason, you ready? I said, you got veteran status? Bro, I don't give a fuck, I came to fight dude in air class like flight school, homie, they hate you, they told you I spit knowledge and probably be more insightful, but I brought an ignorant message, bro, I'm tight rude, you tight rude, a Skype going on the streets, nigga, you won't survive, boy, y'all give AZ's run up like, give me the dope or die, bro, broken, fried, that shawty take pieces of a man, life's a bitch, fucking with me, you'll never speak to her again, hungry, that's what I did, you won't front though dog, I'm gonna eat all the gumbo's gone, he's a bitch, and that's on everything like mumbo sauce, and that's on everything like mumbo sauce, you front row talk, you Jim Lampley, you commentate sleep on me, I give any nigga who commentate for cheap, boy, you're a noodle dog, that's a ramen plate, I knock you down, now I'ma stay out of this shit, that's a ramen plate, I knock you down, now I'ma stay, I eat, my mind traveled to Dallas state, you not a great, you pussy period, probably ovulate, bro, the only blood you ever spilled was in a pad, XXL was probably the last time you gripped a mag, so that fake shit get me mad, you front like you ill, get smacked up with the mag, so chill again, realize the stage is a plate, another card, another meal, but whatever I say, no rap or street nigga, whatever the case, I eat em like mickey life made me this way, boy I know you got things, they watch like goddamn, but this nature ain't class, death is God's plan, Team Ham, Yo, let's go, let's go, final round, final round, I said after this ain't no more hype in a mug, lead politician, he taking rights in the front, trying to eat my food, it's breaking bad, take the rice in your foot, I said beat you down, and Michael Jordan taking flight from the junk, and the beam of like Trina, body right in the trunk, Team Ham, you supposed to have the sight in the clutch, DMV got custom models like they taught Tyson to punch, it is a bluff, how the rifle get tucked, one peel, leave em nodding out, viking em buzz, I ain't viking with cuss, just knifeing em up, poke his stomach out, like it's a gun, this is slut, not even the pipe is enough, blew the whole body, and bisoned a punch, slump his bitch ass delicate, he ain't viking with no body, I ain't worried about sell a bit, quiet and shy, but in the battles you yell and shit, so how we supposed to believe you, let off bullets, when you only come out of your shell and clips, take a clip of your spray, ain't shit in his waist, it's drinking Kentucky, missing a tray, I leave bodies like a serial killer, the shit is the strange, psycho in the SUV, we get in the rain, I ain't feeling the slang, he gunbarred, don't fuck with Lil Wayne, no millia bang, horrible bitch probably lived in more squats than she's done,