 ATL, don't fly, resurrection, y'all make some noise one time. Yeah! Thank you, shop. Much love to our sponsors, PAX, this is the vaporizer, this is the Vape One, they just made the Vape Twins and stores everywhere, much love to them. Also certified, BlockParty.com, get the illest new t-shirt designs, check that out. Amen. No, uh, add to, uh, add, uh, add, uh, don't flop on Instagram, Twitter, all that good shit, man. This is our second ever Atlanta event, man. Big up, everyone, coming out for the warm-up and resurrection, all that good shit. He's gonna trend to the bottom, so MC on my right-hand side, we got another debut. The Barbarian. Let's go, man! I'm smoking like I'm out west, movin' like I got wills, nigga, I'm everywhere, you never there. Shoot again. That's about left. Y'all make some noise one time for my man, Ali, it's the addict. Woo! Yeah? All right, round one, let's go. Georgia, what's good? Let's go! Don't flop, yeah? Now listen close, you wank. Think, think, all that we brought like asphyxiation, yeah? I'm about to choke this yank, so let's get it jumpin' in this circle, bang on him like he's gettin' jumpin', I pull somethin' up pumpin' him, body jumpin' around, twitchin' like he was crompin'. See, this punk is gettin' his lumps, I grab him by his neck, lift him over my head, and like I'm in a crawfish pumpin', got this shit in a bun, it's gonna slip, they frunk. Oh, you ain't free to have Puerto Rican's and London, huh? You stay dumb. I flew from the LBC, not cause I'm some crazy hustler go-getter, Chevy rapper and Cali damn well, fuckin' damn knows better, so you still wonder what the aim is, none of these lanes they're games dangerous, last time I battled Harleys, this time I'm battlin' nameless. I don't underestimate him, shit, I don't waste my breath for ratein' what I'm stay, don't take your breath away, I reverse, restaurate him, it's death the waitin', I've been in the West, waitin' for whoever they said is the best debate, I go ahead and investigate him, the man of the year, I drop a beat on him, everybody, bounce, no, that's, that's schoolboy Q, well, I ring his bell and this whole crew go runnin', that's a schoolboy Q. Oh, you fake, you two-tone, you see the dude, I'm two-tone, I pull a wild bang, shit can get deep and low, I'm two-tone, I put the silence you wanna think, let it ring, then I sing to the perfect picture, the two-tone, woo, got the top of his top lopsided like he rockin' a gun, flow grungy, I'm an underground king, but I'm also a pimp, see the chicks is at whatever my bun be, they gon' say flick one out, ugly, Sonny was wildin' tryna play stylish, this ain't a good look for you, alright fuck whatever master, six mil, I'm humpy as fuck, I swear to God I already ate six mils, I put energy out the air, y'all can't stop the winds, I'm lookin' like I built six mils, they kept me off the main card, so I don't scare all the stars, you can't borrow a bar, burying from burying bars, that ain't a slogan, that's a mantra, that's the code, that's code, now I mean, code, now I mean, that's Contra, I've been meditating, I've been meditating, waitin' to bust on this bitch, I mean, that's Contra, but it can touch me with the riches that we shocked, Dawson Burst Blanca, see if we can fight in the street, I hit you, you hit the ground, and that's you fightin' the street, the talent gap between us bigger than I won right in your teeth, I never miss a place to heal, never losing a flick, I'm goin' home with a body like a roofie to bitch, pretty sure he told you I was the cocky type, asshole dude, well he probably right, but I'll be gettin' that choppy right, see my posse strikes fear in the heart to the amber crummy type, that slammy, kickin' like a karate fight, I'll let that thing ring on your eye like Yachty White, sloppy sight, I'm the Blocks, Chilla Jones, I stay scheming, you play heathin' to them trays, lean them to shoot a game, fuck what they screamin', we really soulless, you play demons to them caves, lean them, you'll be dead as fuck with your eyes open, lookin' like you daydreamin', pistols look like the Macarena winnin' waste region, the greatest seaman from the Asian region that discovered the black box when the plane was deep in, the ocean family hopin' that that could be him but fat chance, see I was told that gun bars are hard to get off and don't flop unless you jump your underdogs, well it's gonna be the quietest battle of the evening, cause I brought in many different kinds, one shit that I'm squeezing so big it'll knock everything holy out of Jesus, who believe me, good living, you can grieve me, now call up your job and tell me time off for bereavement, cause the next time your name will be seen bitch, it'll be a t-shirt obituary, followed by a slab, a seaman, I'm a mean prayer, with a godly flow, I pop and load and cock the foe, or use that big ratchet with a strap, line over my shoulder like King Jofi Jones, I'm somethin' you never seen comin', you mean nothin', just a sacrifice to get my teen jumpin', you know, that cream pumpin', you walk while I step on foreign petals like Prince Ikeem comin', I dream onions, see, 36 to get my bread right, drivin' up a tamper with 18 in each headlight, stand up the fed site, but you gon' get this lead pipe, this gun my trans type, that shit so small, I call a rock sand, so when I pop kids, I ain't gotta put on the red lights, you gon' be another dope disease rapper, just for thinkin' that you dead nice, I'm gon' be fly to my death, that's kinda my cozy work, I put half your face on his chest, that's a Versace shirt, with that old ratchet, I skit's like Flock or Earth, cuz I know that old ratchet skits, that's Flock or Earth, show what you gon' do with me, you don't know a nigga that's ruthless, you gotta shoot through your cheek to let it sing, to only speak at your eulogy, this blik the barbarian, y'all better get used to me, Conan, or the leader or the Targaryens, only one war, one comparison and that's barbarian! All I hear is, gracias papi, obrigado, thank you, thanks, I'm great, all over the globe, this should be great for you to watch me, so you're piercing with the bars and the pain is loud, I'm here to stretch the limits of your ear, but first I gotta gauge the crowd, to mask these reactions, you gon' need Deactrix, three-hactrix, deactrix, compress these to be the distraction of tweaking the sweet accent, put the accent, these actors, he wrath you, circles around the whole A-C-D-A-F, deactrix. Now, revel in it. My general reverence is why I'll forever get preference. Little tight shot, height, evidence, I do this effortless, I can evolution's evidence, you? An impression is less than impressive, if I was you, I'd be a depressed pessimist. I'm pressing this past the precipice, no question, I'll never let these peasants take precedence, my presence is. Presidential, I'm major fan. When me and my team linkin', hey bruh, hey. Take that back, four score. Three rounds plus I win the Masters, four scores. The force to the four, force, force, cause, out of his toes, soul to the floor, balls, I brought corners, force, corpse. Targaryen, while I'm bought equal authority, leading the horde of horse-backed off-racky warlords through more doors, swords, force from north-lords. I'm born like the god from Isengard, raised my arms high, the skies apart, your squad lookin' like iron lightning brawns, most applied as bark, a strike rippin' your guys apart. Barbarian, full pleas, they see who the true beast is, rip rappers' limb from limb like they perperated at the creases. Oh, you don't fuck with that? Not at all. I got Haitian killers straight from I.T., who I call if it's troubleshootin', they come with the tech support like I.T. Player, I'm Mack Tenz. Sautimatic, I pull him, I'm pluggin' bitches. I keep a couple fours on the side like I'm cheatin' what ugly bitches. Striking, you ain't really pushin' no heavy shit, you got the steeds of a wee bowl. You better use the strap if you approachin' a king, slippin' one swing, a shot of shit, leavin' his plasma leakin' out all over the screen. Now you in pitch-black darkness, but we see bitch light up in front of your face like a deep-sea fish. Reclashin', click-clackin', blackout, blastin' the black blicks blackout. See, what I just spit was a clip of the flick, you know, with previews. But I'ma show you how sick it can get when I creep through. I'm tryin' to put a hole in your head that we can see through. Extra ego, I call it the sequel, Mighty Duck, he'll still see the D2. I shoot up your hood for like a weak smooth, that black box that come with the stock, look like a Wii U. Fresh to death, nigga, that's GQ. I'm from a drug-infested place where every day you can CODs. Plus, it's modern warfare, and any given moment, it can turn into COD. Drugstore, what you want, nigga? COD, that's coke or dope. Cookies or diesel, my niggas need cash on delivery, that's CODs. So make sure you got that Feddy when you go to COP, cuz if not the lake with the CODs, you in the hospital scream eatin', popsicle screamin', P-O-P. Hold it down, I load the pound, one shot of flippin' DOC, hold on a second, flippin' DOC. Once again, that's CODs. But you ain't peep the method men I use to make sure that he's CODs. Nowadays, I'm more defiant, and it's gonna get more defiant, cuz they only found a chorus findin' and know they got more defiant. See, I'm the barbarian, that means even in Norris times, I'm more than fine. So let's get the mortars flyin', those are bombs in case you needed to be more defiant. I'm the mortar flies mixed with Loki and Thor combined with a Robber Ori eye. Psycho, not quite bro, but a mortar line. So before the slaughter, I think it's torture time. In broad daylight, I stab your daughter's side with a hydrochloride soap quilt of a porcupine. And then I stuff pork inside. She'll see men detail more courage. Cock back the Deserted Bird blue like Mordecai. I'm a Horace guy. I slide dick in your mother in front of your little brother while he whisper that he love him. Buttfucka pull out and bust a nut on a cover. So what's crackin'? You gon' get your melon smashed in, or you bitch with your cool. She won't be seen to the last clip like a budding actress. I'm clutchin' magnums, that'll leave the streets in rage after this devil dragon. Now that was a bar BQ, grillin' in plain view. Take a shot. I bet he bitch up before I let that arm go on the roof. If he survives, he's still gon' say that I got the juice. Conan, or the leader of the Targaryens. Only one word we compare him, and that's Barbarian. 2-0, nigga. Y'all really believe these things? J, you probably the type to stay with a pepper spray on a key chain. You wouldn't, you wouldn't shoot up, stay in a bullet train. You probably stop at all the red lights when you're playin' GTA. This guy's face. You outdated, this ain't no place for friends. Stay out of my space. Soon as I log in, flames heat the room. I'm in a fire place. Elevated, think Denver, Seattle. My mind's in a hot state. You sayin' right? I'm abusing you, no question. That boy cotton. And they got you in front of protestin'. I'll take an immovable stance. That's a strong position. A thousand signature movements. This ain't no friendly competition. Hold on. Some shit y'all are missing. The boy cotton, the protesting, immovable stance. That's a strong position. A thousand signature movements. A competition. I'm schooling. Out your league. That don't apply at all to me. No need to study your body or work. I'm buying y'all the G. I'm here to check you. Discipline you with me, B. That's apparent. Soon as they reported you on the car, we knew you were a step away from failing. They said you passed. Nah, you passed. I'm sayin' you degraded. Whatever progress we made, you degraded. It's a few pre-wrestling. He's yet to me say that the addict is trainin' to subtract you wack dudes from the equation. Add my name. Multiply the game. I'm insane with mathematics, but literally, I'm the alpha. Bet on my letter. Sound out word. I won't pronounce. You standin' before the N. You better be silent before I take the G out you. You don't work. I said I'm the alpha. Bet on my letter. Sound out word. I'm well pronounced. You standin' before the N. You better be silent before I take the G out you. A, B. See? These A, B, C rhymes don't equate to this stage of greatness I've trained to achieve. How I've elevated to an amazing plan like the first time human eyes gazed and amazement at a plane flyin' around seeming to be weightless in the sky. That's the same look on my cross face that went to the stage that I see. I came to a place where rhymes that was implied from ancient squires. The one day a great savior would rise to change the face of the landscape and save the demise. See, it's the difference between being clever and being exceptional. I can transcend it. I go in a trance and end it. Rant it. Non-stop ramming the trance and the chance. Endless. Then transform as soon as the trance ended. I close my eyes and words print across my eyelids like a teleprompter. You don't get the picture. I expose you. You ain't developed proper. I'm done, yo. You got it. I tell the British blokes back home the American psychos got its passport and I'm coming for hands. Till somebody kills you. See, I've been hearing that since grade school. It's ironic how I'm not famous but I'm well known to front page dudes. See, I'm the connect. I gave the skeleton key to the grave crew but rather applause because AAU was a brave dude. See, even after witnessing me slay dudes you still came to play fool. You must have thought that this was a game and that I was playful but niggum starving. Even though my bow flow, my cup run up over and my plate full, that cape pulling you get a face full or I stab him to the blood on the bottom of my knife. You know that's hand to be. Even though I'm known for chasing this chicken I can't handle beef. Raw spring. Well, I'm here to let the cannon speed. See this guy, a 50, but he's really an eagle with a nose like Miss Piggy. If we was the horsemen you would be armed. No doubt, Blick Ricky, my wrist chippy, I get kitty now stick with me. I come fucking up this big city with the machines you would think his alias was Sam Whitwick. That shit's piffy but I'm gonna flip him so stick with me I come fucking up your city looking for this spiky ball. 50 niggas with me, you'll be the first to see the box from the machine like Archibald Whitwicky. That's his grandpa's by the way. Slide up on real smooth with a quick jiffy bulging my pants. It's not a big stick. When I cut you short with this lit city. I normally charge for these bottles but this one's on me, it's all gravy. No biggie. Crazy lines giving out L's and no matter what city you're in that gets busy but you was a poppy so I know that you pitch sniffing. Set him up, send two things to get 50's soon as you see J's the shit gonna get trippin'. Jesus, talk to that nigga man. See, this is my tongue inflow. That means it's more than cold. That torus blow, you'll be hooked to machines that sound like Morris codes. Then more explode, you'll see four niggas with their horsemen posed. Then 40 of Saizo. Then 40 of Saizo's shorty dome with the heat out box heads like Norris Cole. This shit be kicking more than Chuck Norris Cole. Or I like that nice slumpier. I can tell you a light pumper. Me, I be getting fired from the flower like Mario in the white jumper. For this Mexican two Texan hands, 50 in each clip. I let a ring a hundred times, I bet I hit the extra man. Throw a round up in it. I get his bitch breast implants. So you kind of brawl it, but I promise you're gonna lie for it. This cult got horsepower, and it be kickin' like a Clydesdale. Y'all poppin' off, my nigga, it's old wives' tales. If y'all gangsters, I'm screamin' F-U-G's, my nigga, I'm so prized well. Or the Targaryens. Only one war would compare to him, and next, Serious for nothin', that's why me and smack need to have a Serious to...