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(indistinct chatter)

(horn blaring)

Roxy: It's gettin' hot in here!

You already know what time it is.

It's the cypher.

Go hard or go home!

♪ I'm a beast, nigga ♪

♪ Bet I'm about to eat, nigga ♪

♪ If you don't want grief, keep the peace with us ♪

♪ Who realer than me? Boy, these streets is tough ♪

♪ Oh, you ain't South side? ♪

♪ Shit, I advise that you keep it tucked ♪

Crowd: Oohhh!

Roxy: Aight, Philly. Hold it down, hold it down.

Khalil, what you gonna spit?

(record scratch)

-(heart pounding) -(muffled voices)

(record scratch)

♪ I'm steady snappin' ♪

♪ That boy still a fool ♪

♪ Imma Silverback of this rap shit ♪

♪ This stupid nigga just became gorilla food ♪

♪ I guess in his mind, boul thought he was gorilla too ♪

♪ But after this, they're gonna have to fix him with gorilla glue ♪

♪ Shit is pitiful. Rip him up then get rid of you ♪

♪ Turn this bitch to Mortal Kombat, hit him with the finish move ♪

♪ I'm quick to finish dudes who be talkin' for no reason ♪

♪ Got the king lookin' to kill a nigga like Liam Neeson ♪

(crowd exclaims)

Roxy: Who y'all think the winner is, y'all?

We got...

-K.O. -(crowd cheers)

Roxy: Aight, aight, aight.

And we got, Khalil.

-(horn blaring) -(crowd cheering)

Okay, okay, looks like the people have spoken.

Khalil is moving on to the final round

to face off the reigning champ,

-Yung Reap! -Man, both them niggas is trash!

Crowd: Oohh...

I see right through you, boul.

Roxy: Well bring that same energy to the finals.

It's your host, Roxy.

You don't want to miss this battle.

DJ, play that shit.

(rap music playing)

Kiki: Back up, nigga.

♪ Uh, yuh, uh ♪

♪ Your girl Kiki too spicy ♪

♪ Keep it drippin', stay icy ♪

♪ Fuck a nigga, got my own ♪

♪ I ain't tryna be your wifey ♪

♪ Silly hoes tryna fight me ♪

♪ I'm a problem with them hands though ♪

♪ Still keep a 50 drum, mobbin' out the bando ♪

(crowd exclaims)

Man: What up, what up, boy?

Khalil: Yo, young boul, that was decent but, uh...

Don't you got somewhere to be?

Decent?

Man, you just jealous

'cause Imma see you in the ring one day.

(all laughing)

Take your ass to work, though, man. Before you get in trouble.

Khalil, first of all, worry about yourself.

And winning your battle.

I killed that shit.

That's her wack-ass brother.

Man: Total weirdo.

Ew!

-Woman: Ew! -(indistinct chatter)

Kiki: Aye, yo 'Lil!

Woman: Y'all going to the battle?

(girls laughing)

Take your Black ass to work, Kiana!

-Man: Kiana? Yeah, Kiana? -Woman: Take your ass to work!

♪

What's up, bro?

Dog, I ain't even gonna hold you right now but...

I fuckin' killed that shit, man.

Your boy was on fire.

He wasn't ready for me.

I'm in the finals, Marc.

The final round.

I'm one...

battle away from winning this whole goddamn thing.

Marc: You got this, Khalil.

♪

Yung Reap: What's the nigga's name? Khalia?

Khalil? I don't even know you, nigga.

-Where'd you get this necklace? -Hm?

Yung Reap: I don't never see you on the block, nigga!

Oh, um...

My little sister got that for me a while back.

I always wear it when I rap.

When do I get to meet her?

(video continues playing)

Yo, why do you keep looking at this?

C'mon.

You gotta stop thinking about all that.

The crown is already yours,

but you gotta prove it.

I wanna be there to see you do it.

What?

(sighs)

C'mon, Khalil.

Just let me be in your corner for once.

-(knocking on door) -Kiki: Yo, delivery.

Cheese steaks.

Yo!

-There you go. -Thank you, have a good night.

Hold on, bruh, no tip?

Oh my bad, I'll be right back.

This nigga got money.

I'm trynna get like this one day.

What?

Marc: Wait, you're leaving?

Khalil: Marc, I can't do this right now.

I gotta go focus.

-Woman: What up, Philly? -Man: Good morning, good morning, y'all.

Yo, tonight it's going down at The Cypher.

Woman: We got the best of the best comin' through.

You know, the whole city is gonna be tuning in.

♪ King Khalil, better not run up on me ♪

♪

Ayo, Kiki!

Can you please pass the weed, bro?

Bro, aye! (stomping foot)

Hello. (laughing)

Kiki: Damn.

Oh, shit! This what your brother be up to?

Ohh, yo! This nigga nasty, bro!

Alright, bro, what are you doin'?

-Yo, yo... -What the fuck is you doin'?

Okay, okay, shit.

Damn, Khalil. Ain't that some shit!

Your brother on a whole 'nother--

Nigga is laid up with another nigga

-smackin' cheeks, bro. -(all laughing)

Wait 'till Reap see this shit, c'mon.

What you mean, "wait 'till Reap see this shit"?

(rap music playing)

Hey, what up, Khalil?

I know, I'm leavin'.

I just know you needed this.

The crown is already yours, right?

You wanna come see me win this?

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

♪

(indistinct chatter)

-Khalil! -Roxy: Aight, y'all!

Y'all ready for a rap battle,

let me hear y'all make some noise!

(crowd cheering)

Aight. It's the last

and final rap battle of the competition, y'all!

To my left, we got the reigning champ, Yung Reap!

(crowd cheering)

And to my right we got the newcomer, the challenger,

Khalil.

(scattered cheers)

Who do y'all think is gonna be the last MC standing?

(crowd chattering)

Listen, this right here...

♪ This about to be a easy one! ♪

♪ I mean the Reaper 'bout to punish you ♪

♪ Little niggas step in this ring ♪

♪ Then I'm sonning you ♪

♪ Put a gun in you! ♪

♪ Burn your chest like it's 100 proof ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ You ain't heard I got 100 troops? ♪

-Put the gun in his mouth, -(cocks invisible gun)

-blast a hole in his head. -(blast)

♪ Now I got tunnel view ♪

♪ These bullets shouldn't be hard to swallow, boul ♪

♪ I know that's something that you and your mother do ♪

Crowd: Oohh!

That's light!

It's Reap, nigga!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Talk that shit!

Khalil.

(crowd chattering)

♪ So speaking of mothers ♪

♪ Let's talk about your baby mothers ♪

♪ Who both say you cry bitch in court ♪

♪ And can't never pay them nothing ♪

♪ Yet you out here stunting ♪

♪ Acting like them pockets big ♪

♪ Nigga, how you sonning me ♪

♪ But don't even take care of your kids? ♪

♪ Fuck a 100 niggas ♪

♪ You could have 1,000 trynna move with you ♪

♪ I shoot everybody in your motherfucking clique ♪

♪ Just to get through to you ♪

♪ Let you know, nigga, Real Leel is not the usual ♪

♪ Now get this dickhead off stage ♪

♪ Before I ruin you ♪

(crowd chattering)

Dickhead?

Wooow!

Funny choice of words, Mr. Khalil.

'Cause I know something crazy about you!

For real! Peace!

Yo, hold it down! I got something important to say!

Mr. Real Leel, the coldest rapper.

Turns out is actually gay.

-Woman: Gay? -Exhibit A!

(crowd gasping, muttering)

Woman: Oh, shit.

-You knew about this shit? -(indistinct)

Yung Reap: Yo, somebody get this trash-ass nigga off stage!

We know this faggot-ass nigga can't win!

-(crowd murmuring) -Woman: Look at him.

You disgust me, nigga.

We heard you talk your shit, Reap.

Man: Oh, nah, he ain't done.

Come on.

(crowd muttering)

(rapping softly) King Khalil...

Better not run up on me.

Ha! This nigga's pathetic, man!

Get him off stage!

It's over!

King Khalil... (clears throat)

(muffled slow laughter)

-Woman 1: Thought he was a real one. -Woman 2: He's not.

-Woman 1: No, he is, girl! -Woman 2: He fake.

(quiet music playing)

♪

(indistinct chatter continues)

(heartbeat thumping)

(heartbeat thumping)

♪ You think you're real funny, nigga ♪

♪ But you a funny-looking nigga ♪

♪ No wonder why you mad ♪

♪ Freddy Krueger-looking ass ♪

♪ Yeah, you standin' tall ♪

♪ Thinkin' you won ♪

♪ Reap, I will fuck your daddy ♪

♪ And make you my son! ♪

Don't fucking touch me, nigga. Real talk.

♪ Niggas is real quick to be homophobic ♪

♪ When their ego suffers some bruising ♪

♪ Bringing pictures to a rap battle? ♪

♪ This nigga was really scared of losin' ♪

♪ What you don't understand ♪

♪ Is who I'm with, don't make me less of man ♪

♪ But back there in them streets ♪

♪ You can't see me with them hands ♪

-Man: Let them know. -Crowd: Oohh...

♪ So fuck this shit! ♪

♪ I'm done being fake! ♪

♪ Take it away! ♪

♪ This battle, the glory, the fucking fame! ♪

♪ I'd rather be true to myself ♪

♪ Because a man is true to his name! ♪

♪ I already won! ♪

♪ 'Cause I know what I got! ♪

♪ I'm a king with a crown ♪

♪ Whether I win here or not! ♪

♪ King Khalil! ♪

("I'm A King" by Ace Brav playing)

♪

♪ I'm a king, I'm a king ♪

♪ Middle finger to the sky, kiss the ring ♪

♪ I got the juice, I got the crown ♪

♪ And there ain't nothin' you can do to stop me now ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a king, I'm on the throne ♪

♪ Say it loud, let the whole world know ♪

♪ That I'm a king ♪

♪ I got it locked ♪

♪ And Imma be around whether you like it or not ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a king ♪

♪ They tried to count me out but I'm here with no fear ♪

♪ Nigga, bustin' down doors, and tellin' 'em stay clear ♪

♪ Name's Brav, overcame the hate ♪

♪ With the odds stacked against me ♪

♪ Here to kill the game, so don't tempt me ♪

♪ Rode to the land where the legends reside ♪

♪ And we just had to overcome with a chest full of pride ♪

♪ Proud to be the man that I am and do what I do ♪

♪ And unapologetic, if that be a problem to you ♪

♪ My vision always been clear ♪

(indistinct lyrics)

♪ We on to better things ♪

♪ See me shinin' bright like a wedding ring ♪

♪ Truest in the game, I never needed to lie ♪

♪ Too many folks is in my lane that want a piece of the pie ♪

♪ Always knew that I would make it ♪

♪ Goin' to the top, I ain't asking, I'mma take it ♪

♪ Philly bouls can't break it ♪

♪ King like royalty ♪

♪ Soon enough the game is gonna notice me ♪

♪ Brilliant with a pen, check the poetry ♪

♪ I'm a king, I'm a king ♪

♪ Middle finger to the sky, kiss the ring ♪

♪ I got the juice, I got the crown ♪

♪ And there ain't nothin' you can do to stop me now ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a king, I'm on the throne ♪

♪ Say it loud, let the whole world know ♪

♪ That I'm a king, I got it locked ♪

♪ And Imma be around whether you like it or not ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a...♪

♪