Harvey walked into the old boxing club turned rapping grounds, his old stomping grounds, he looks around and sees it all deserted, shaking his head he stands in the center of the Ring, looking around and remembering all the good memories from when he was last here "Disappointing" he says as he walks out of the building. 

Harvey orders his lacky to make a bunch of flyers and hand them out

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, today I invite you to step up and take the mic, this text it'll be different, it'll be fire, this time there will be a entrance fee, each participant Will pay a small price of $500,000 they will each go against each other, spraying the hottest bars they can, after the round is complete, I will take a small percentage of the fee and hand the rest over to the winner, once a few people participate, I will call for the best of the best to have a moshpit round, throwing them all in the Ring and letting them rain fire onto each other, until a clear winner is decided by the public.

Harvey looks at the flyer in his hand and smiles softly, his friend @The_Kid will be excited for this it shall be fun! It shall be the best there ever was, he takes a seat in the middle of the Ring and awaits the contestants to show them selves, a few hours pass and the building becomes packed full of people.

He stands and addresses the crowd

"Good evening everyone! 

My name is Harvey, is there anyone in this crowd that thinks they can come and take the crown?

Step up and take the mic!"

Oooh he could feel the fire deep inside his guts, he was ready to tackle the poor old Harvey. In fact, ever since he had listened to rap, he felt it flow inside his blood. Almost felt like his mother was black, but she wasn't. He decided to take his talent to the stage and destroy his buddy in law.

"What's up, pimps?" he roared, walking on stage. As he walked to the center of the stage, he could hear the crowd cheering and chanting his name.

Not expecting it, Ravi drops the chucked mic on the floor. Great, what an amazing first impression to give all the ladies out to listen to him....

"This is for all you ladies out there.... 

They call me Kid

Cuz I'm kinda lika squid

Imma spray my ink

All over your pink 

But I ain't given 

You gotta be a gift from heaven

I'm talking interesting 

You gotta mean a thing 

Cuz looks won't cut it

Not even a little bit

If I ain't digging the whole of you

I won't come out of the blue!

Harvey smirks at the first timers bars and grabs the mic, he looks at the DJ, and he instantly knows to reel the beat back.

" Alright kid, you okay, but you ready?

I can see them now, newspaper articles

​​​​​​The_Kid chewed up and spit out into tiny particles

I'm not gonna say sorry for any of this,

So don't run to Mommy and ask for a kiss

Just give it a miss

So get ready for dis

Cold hearted lyrical killer

Kid you know I'm the winner

Cos I murder the beat

Giving the heat

You know you already beat

Oh fuck I'm gonna laugh

You already know I'm a psychopath

Don't Run you might pull your calf

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Is that a 22. You pack?

Listen to my 45...Click clack"

Harvey drops the mic and smiles.

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  Tyrion hopped up and down in anticipation, waiting for his wonderful husband to retort. He knew that that smelly drunk Harvey was no match for him. Though Tyrion was in no place to judge him self. He would wager he had the lyrical ability of a beached whale. But you know what they say, everyone's a critic.

  "SPIT SOME BAAARRSS HARVEY! YOU'D BETTER DO WELL, RAVI WILL DESTROY YOU!"

Harvey hears the fat drunk jump up and down and chuckles at his words, he looks him deep in the eyes...

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" You backing your husband here?

​​​AIght, I'll take you too...

Lannisters Empire has just begun, 

But he wants to step in the Ring with me and get spun 

Look at you, a utter disgrace

Not to your family, but the entire human race

Now c'mon man, fix your face...

I'm too busy running from the uniforms

To care about you, 

Say you'll beat me? That's a myth like fucking unicorns

Hah, you already got slew

Slice you with my lyrics

Leave you bloody and cut

Your a critic?

Learn to keep your mouth shut

Cos face it, we all know your a slut..."

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Capazzo listens in and decides to give it a go for fun.

Sit down I'm gonna tell a story
A story of how Harvey
Got whooped by me
At quarter to three in DT

You swear you're a lyrical killer
You're nothin but straight filler
You best from far but far from the best
Now your gonna be put to the ultimate test

You're no winner
You're just my Sunday dinner
I'll spit you out
Without a shadow of a doubt

You talkin smack
Clickety clickety clack
You braggin about your 45 right
But how you bringin a gun to a grenade fight

Harvey believe it or not
At the end of the day you got got
It's simply murder
By a day 2 gangster

Yeah its day two
But imma do what I do
This mic is my magic wand
It's time to twirl it and send your ass back to Wonderland

With that Capazzo drops the mic and waits for someone else to go..

Before the microphone can hit the floor Harvey sweeps it with his foot and catches it mid air, without hesitation he grips it tight.

"

You wanna tell a story? 

Kinda funny ain't ya? 

Now all these people saying poor me?

Alright let's get to it

Wanna fuck with the best

Prepareto get hit

This is your true test

A test to see if you don't go run to Mommy for her Sunday dinner

Now ​​Now, can you see me? Yeah I'm that sinner

My glory shimmers

Your story flopped

This ring is for the winners

Keep talking and you'll get your jaw popped

The bars are ready whenever duty calls 

My dicks ready for your bitches booty calls 

I know I'm king

Not just in this ring

Is that the cops? You gonna sing?

Slide through on the mic

Seen my fame hit that spike

Call ​​​me shit all you like

Are you compensating for something

Does it look like a chicken wing?

I'll let you off this once, 

Because I don't wanna leave you for the rapid response

Next time I'll leave the clip empty

Bitch, please don't tempt me

Bullets and bars, I got plenty."

​​​​​harvey tilts his head and drops the mic smiling.

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Alright, relax, start breathing

All I see is you little munchkins in here beefing

The 4 ya'll spit spatting, squeezing

Like yo mom been up to 4am pleadin

With uncle Ron who was on the john

You gotta start saving yo money

This time tomorrow ya dinner will be all runny

If I didn't know any better I'd say it's your

Sister I met on Sunday

One day the owners of all those liqueur stores

Are gunna grab their .44's and chase you 4 down

I'll be their in my pinstripe suit laughing at all you clowns

I'll give you one last meal before you hit the electric chair

It won't be roast beef, caramelized ham or chicken legs

It'll be a happy meal with no toy cause ya'll don't know how to play

This is just my message to you, so you don't all break ya eggs

I hope you have a pleasant day but if ya need me

I'll be between ya sista's legs

MisterSinister knows he's no wrapper but he thought he would try light up the stage with his licks

Capazzo looks and gives Harvey a sly smile.

I don't mean to be rude
But you repeated the same shit you said to that other dude
You a straight fool
Sit down Professor Capazzo's about to take you to school

Look guys
Harvey thinks hes wise
We in storytellin times
Harvey only spittin lies

You're STILL calling yourself the best
The so called best is about to get laid to rest 
Hittin you from all sides, north, south, east, west
These words are bullets that rip through your chest

Why you falsifying your heat
You know I can't be beat
Please step back and retreat
Leave the men to battle and go take a seat

You on and on about bein a winner
I got more talent then you in my little finger
Swear you got all that heat and you're a sinner
You got as much heat as a Chicago winter

Harvey how you gonna be a king
Dude you spittin about chicken wings
You easier then a spring time fling
Kneel down bitch and kiss my ring

The time has arrived
You're not gonna survive
Don't bother replyin
You slowly dyin

This has been the Harvey story
The man with the false prophecy
I hope you now see what I see
A poor soul who wishes he was me

He looks at Harvey and gives him a respectful nod and with that he throws the mic to Harvey, turns and walks away. Capazzo turns the corner and talks to himself.

"Shit, where did that come from."

He looks up at the street sign, '8th'. Capazzo shrugs as he speaks.

"Another mile to go."

Just then a bunny rabbit walks across the road randomly as Capazzo disappears into the dark street.

Harvey smirks and shakes his head, putting the mic to his lips.

"

Yeah I claim to be the best

Because I beat up the wordplay

Are you sure you want to put it to the test

​​You scared because you know I'm here to stay?

You smoke? I got the purple haze

Just like my rhymes it'll leave you in a daze

I think I know your catch phrase

Is it "I'm a punk ass bitch" 

Shit I'm surprised you ain't a snitch

I'll load up the clip and slap it off

​​​​​I'll aim for your chest

So when you fall you'll find it hard to cough

I repeat, bitch im the best

I went for a little but now I'm back

Unlike you I don't hit in the back 

I'll walk up and give you a solid crack

THEN you can go back to smoking crack

You gotta be smoking something 

Because shit, you think you can fuck with me

The fuck did you think

People say I sold my soul to the devil

But they dont know the half of it 

Satan ain't got shit on this 

That ain't even a dis 

The competition is dead

It's already been said. ​​​​​Looks like I gotta line em up and fill em with lead."

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HerbalTheLeaf walks up to the building and hears something that sounds so familiar. 

"is that? ....  wait.  are they having a cypher?"

HerbalTheLeaf walks in to see a jumping scene. 

"this is my kinda jumpoff for sure"

HTL stays posted up in the back. looking at the few battle. 

"I don't think they want me to do this.  I wonder"

HTL says with a slick smirk.  

Walter-White chuckles.. Who is this jump claiming king of the ring? I make billions off my Blue Meth and yet, this dude says he is KING!

Walter paces back and forth, mind full of fireworks like it was the fourth, blazing a legacy, so one day he can pass the torch.

Making Meth on the daily, making the people feel zany, one hit will lift you off, making you feel damn AMAZING!

-W.W

As HerbalTheLeaf post up against the wall, yea, a bar a two. Something comes to his mind. He starts to sway with the beat, a look in his eyes

"This is wassup, you know I'm all up in the cut like what, Fresh slice on the wig lookin too tough, "

He stops.  

"no I shouldn't"

Check my method, the new invention, curb your attention, most likely to frankly mention

This stuff is my weapon, combined with this life sentence, mixed with maintenance; can only generate greatness!

Impatient with the city, loyal to the game, you'll see my mugshot one day, hanging in a diamond frame.

Live free die fast, a mobsters path is chosen last, a blast from the past, do not fear; just cast; cast the line into the never ending trap.