 Yo what's good welcome back this is Dopeflop Chicago the third ever Dopeflop USA event We're about to get into one of the main events Chicago give it up make some noise Have a last minute hashtag open the door and all that good shit Shout out to all the fans coming out this weekend we're getting this main event No further than the sunny left Hey to my left it's been years since I've been able to introduce these two We got make some noise real deal impressed This is my moose swag that you know is on the right Right here my man Big Cannon, Chicago, Illinois And my man y'all can't Alright now Big Cannon you alright But your homie is a slouch To be honest your man buns like Homie on the couch That's how a soldier feel don't flop when you turf or get Smacked out your pele peles in your nautica shirt Yeah you better out of your work as battles you getting bodied and worked You that talk to my job With the pen like calligraphy tutors He couldn't get around in Chicago with mobility suitors Now the boot I roll with Cicely Shooters crystal ball of shit I could see a clip in his future I got a pedigree Your pedigree the minute he's neutered you put down the guard dog I will kill him in Truger Your WCW in the Lex watch how the whip can maneuver Got a rack for the match like the finish from Luger The Mexican ain't even cut your grass work This class you need to wear a running backs jersey Your ship getting curved down here I'm looking for the first couch there Take those pictures with the baby and the mother with fancy spots He look like a zero album tax write off rapper that the label drops Me and my dogs bring the hose out with us like some racist cops To roll a blunt up on your bougie bitches back like it's a tabletop Pedro cutting grass while the nervous neighbors watch How the fuck is that elephant in the room But the circus trainer's not Burn his tater tots I can't walk them out of this It's not a reason for bigging them up Don't flop my sinkweed docks cause they give us the scrubs He been a mark prior and they digs in the club Digs like the club's in the white socks I got the beam hitting everything in sight like Cyclops I empty out a clip on him till his life stops Switch and let another couple bang like wife swap Cause I teach, I don't push the rock to clients Like I would just wash my hands in a profit like Pontius Pilate You finesse your bitch while you watch in silence And make her face light up like the watch is stylish It must be hard, it must be hard Trying to walk the walk when you fat in the mobile Your whole circle can get stretched What's that That being oval You smoke reggae ass swag with the locals You get all stems like you collabed and then asked for the vocals Firing your rhyme book How the fuck are you Mexican? Don't a single line cook? Views, he don't know whether to pick up a brick or pick up a shift He just likes to do your door Masked up like a lucha door Ain't just to be cute I'm required to give him something classic That's a symphony trick I pull strings from the first chair So let me give you the scoop I stir with the hands, pick an instrument group Blow your blade like a trumpet when the pistol is shoot Soviet drums with the hammer on the cymbal to boot Take the wing out your ensemble Let it rip for your soup But the hole's up and down his body Now we into the flute The time he got big dragging his man's till he gets to the stoop While I peel off in the pterodactyl Cadillac The Kimberly Cove Roots reppin' Rockford to the shy like I dig the commute Yo listen Alright Um Don't they look like the coped out white boys at the party, Ken? He's holding that in the bar He's holding the round back Listen No No, Ken and don't they look like the coped out boys at the party, man? Hell yeah, off the vikin' pills Prozac, Xanax, Percocet Y'all need to chill on that Real deal got magic on you all around His fingers But I took a deal on smack By his judge and revenge a fine time Fresco I ain't seen Joe Faggot ass since brown time If you want these If you want these Ratchet's on you then hit your teammate That's the problem Hey, Ken Ken and you can't give him them con lines Okay, well they won't Maltese, fat, Mexican jokes Lane references, delicate bitch Who can't make a hormone but fill with estrogen What your weapon needs? Me shit, I got the knife Well, me knife, fuck Now, Fresco He ain't been poppin' since like, oh, nine Real deal ass been rappin' the same The whole time My sister, so now I'm towing a weapon Wow, cause he a teacher My sister, twelve Ew What that shit Ken and correct it now Say it last words before you get the ring That's a wet valve Now Fresco Now Fresco You let me down I mean you battled young Hill And it was not your knife A coke, a coke head versus a crack head That's a Whitney and Bobby fight Cause you choke player That's Bobby Knight Give him a blues with the black hawks Like it's hot tonight Hold it down City in your Detroit rounds Like you live in the same area as Leroy Brown Bitch, you live so far from it To make the trek you need Neymor Brown Your neighborhood has more harmony Than a Beach Boy sound Ken and ain't from the shot Gonna try to tell us how to hood reel I will scoop your bitch and Sean Burbs So she can tell a mall how to woodfill Try to tell us how to hood reel I will scoop this bitch and Sean Burbs So she can tell a mall how to woodfill Let's range from Santa Barbara to Zanzibar While your fans range from your grandma's yard To the sandwich bar Hands like mechanics are Chances are play diesel When the clip will tear a man apart I can draw on yo G like I'm Hanna Bar I can show up with that Brown still When your man get charged like a gambit card In a Lambo with a loud pack You know I'm not a fan of far Believe that you can die repping shy Like a local mortar Only thing gutter about you is your bowling partner What you want is your bowling partner What you want, Faye Ronde Just so happen that my bro's a barber So watch your pitch or see a white boy In the shot throwing harder than Rowan Gardner This fat motherfucker can't even tell you if his shoes are tied He can fuck your flow Well I can make a ruger fly They like real men shoot the fair one So why you got to shoot the guy That's because if I did two piece He just asked me for the super size Now we got him upset Talking about all of his food that he's not going to get I mean he's watching people cook He be popping his sweat All in his neighbors windows getting them binocular sweat Devon Wilson You really talk about getting violent Fat boy talking out his ass like it's little giants I get to talk about how I'm in the size Surrounding him with different hydrants I let the heat wave like the polka-nose That I have to clip the hydrant I couldn't be more pimp How I get to polka-nose this shit's a riot Hold on you young money Now you easy I can't get behind it For the coughing two arms lifting up Like I did the homely He tried predicting some bars Like wow you caught me K They're just mad because we came with all the shit That they thought we'd say It's hell on the donkey way After that get some tired and bounce Like it's laundry day I handle the machete like I'm Rambo when I'm ready I'm from Rockville, Illinois I heard half of it is petty When he get canned from this suburban It hit Campbell's in the shed That's why he ain't an abutese already But he lost a total diabetes So I'm happy that he's happy And to form steady for a trope of candy and a loosey Get him dancing with the desi It's baseball logic when you hear Mendoza's rhymes Cause off the bat not a lot hitting That's a Mendoza line A single battle that is hot from Mendoza We don't want a line bar feature Nor a drop from Mendoza Two cans follow the nose Taking shots at Mendoza Twin black ratchets blowing Yup chocolate and mocha It's real deal with it Alright Y'all ready? Let's go Any line about me being a sub bird Nigga Like I'm not from Chicago They shoulda knew that they gon' fail Cause you ain't shit but a white bitch That want to be around black niggas You ratio dozele Dude your gay verse bars on how to rouga Spray either way these crackers Get eight for the juice that's communion day You know a little right? The ruler move an inch you'll get sent to me The Pittsburgh rapper gon' die Violet that's Wiz Khalifa But let's make them believe us Cause I think when we talk guns They think we just sayin' things They think it's all imagination To theta niggas we make believe Trust me it ain't a feat Fuckin' niggas and creepin' off to the other side Told me trailer park at the trailer park I left the pussy double wide Once she go black you can't go back You sure done with your turn runaway slaves She like to be around the hung niggas Hey but trust But trust But trust But trust I ain't the one nigga I'll get you both shot as soon as I peel Barrettas I don't see Dorothy from Wizard of Oz I won't let you click heel together I kill whoever And today drippin' blood with that stood That's only proven that there isn't thug If I don't poke him then I smoke him soon as I get the gun If they don't get I disrespect my cool shit I'm really flippin' I see a monster I see some nonsense you can drag off stage Beat unconscious we in the field Run hand off her through a bullet You can't read the option I bring The pop to your classroom Like a pen teacher conference Where's Ergot? Please get these nerfs from me They thought we were jokers It ain't the dark night but they still got them burns I don't understand why the fuck Are you niggas here we have a teacher Knitted like the motherfucker from State Pan And here's the quill let's go Burn money in him Every time I see you motherfucker it's a struggle You always show up dressed like You wear construction for your uncle I said he throw salt on the game Like it's his superstition Get a semi with the mag like a swimsuit Edition to watch Conturn the scene in the igloo conditions Bad boys play our own roles Watch Jordan try to get through the piston Get through the pistons Now Big Cannon said If you think that black people are comparable to apes Then call him Donkey Kong because he'll throw a barrel in your face But you called yourself a monkey And brought my mind to an experimental place I got a rocket and when I cock it It'll carry him to space Now I'm deep in the savannah Blowing tropical until I fall asleep in the cabana I was raised around gorillas All my people in the slammer I ain't peeling the chiquita When I feed them a banana Man can't jump as far But he gon' have to swing on me If I keep giving them monkey bars Too hard so my circle got keys Like a dungeon guard If he blink his offspring to get plucked Like a pumpkin's heart I let the magnum cop Record a sample of him Play it back on the magnum box Give a boy's lamb a shot Tag a couple cannons like I opened up a canvas shop So his bitch would get the picture like a JPG She'd try to get me off from me like an ATV I let it bang in his whip I give a fuck if I got it Like HPV The bitch hit my jet when she's getting hungry Like let's go to Chili's I play stupid, that's a different country I'm at the... It's a slit open and I'm getting comfy Text her right before she leaves like bring a scrunchie See, big bitch New player, she's trying to pipe the squad Pedro in the next room She's still trying to slide I'm like that's cool but you gotta keep it down So she just smiling nod while I spark a J And Bob Just listen know what she could do with the sacks Balls on her lip Damn, watch her hoover him back When I went to Pike 10-2 I played the music from Shab Watch her put the kids down like they was due for a nap Chuck a deuce the minute Her head's removed from the lap She's like can I ride him? Like well ain't no woman to lap Ma, did you go to school for computers and that? Go ahead, google this app And you can uber it back You better get it straight like a spine doctor You can see a dime dropper I give his bitch the tip like crime stop I'm like I'm soaked with Pesci And wet him up like Fuller when he chugged a Pepsi I'm either in the kitchen or holding trays Come and fuck with Jeffrey and tell your white girl Bitch, I want the Becky like I'm Uncle Jesse I believe son, he need that Uncle Phil Plus I'm coming with the package He must feel like Topanga Why? Cause he fuckin woulda said it All of your men's chochas Went back, I put a swimmer on the wall Like a friends poster I said, I take goose to the face Like Fabio Black on his whole fam Like the Cosby Show Then to debate and I was steel on Hillary He said he got bars like jail Woo, that's a real hard simile I could put him in a chair If he feels all killery Now can't even got wheels like field arts Hillary Whole battle Whole battle he been trying to front man Lot of lip trying to act like Jack girl, get your whole crew Wet up, cause I baptize rappers I'm at the hospital with a pillow Hoping you can flat line faster Like don't tell me shit with a selfie stick Hashtag right after Black Lives Matter Holy shit See I feel like most white people just want to die So I feel like the Ruger would help He said some shit about a selfie stick That's correct It's only because you shooting yourself Now before this battle got set up We already knew that we would break him in half Cause they the ones that's out there yelling Worry about the place that they at Cause this game is about bars now You can't win with only making them laugh So I'll be real deal I'll be fresco That's great I got a little more experience at these Black events So just follow my lead when we get there With the stairs there's going to be a lot of thugs and niggers There It's going to be thugs and niggers there Well fuck you bitch I'm there Let me get him there and give me a minute So I can fix my head This is not that type of show You really gotta be prepared Keep what we got a secret it's gonna be a lot of people there keep it a secret Bitch, it wasn't a secret at the teacher's fair Fucking be a smack rapper. It won't work with you being clear. Okay. Now can it can it just leave it there Leave it. Okay. Now when grind time was popping you said shots and every URL MCs whack You was the man then but now your battles don't get no feedback white boy ain't dope no more You need a relapse lost your direct He lost those White boy ain't dope no more. You need a relapse lost your direct connect stuck in the middle man. Now we need And you you need to relax sit there and don't even speak you are beauty supply jewelry Now you need to sit back and don't even speak you are beauty supply jewelry Meaning you are the weakest link if you whisper you'll get the beat be brief now Inside I get fresco cut then let it bang over his head like a fresco cut And I know y'all figured they wouldn't get slayed like this, but they mama should have told me