"Black Sea Devil From Tower" asking "Funky G from Brooklyn" what makes him happy at NYC
Setting: A live stream. Two mics. One ocean between 'em. The Black Sea Devil is deadass tired of the same old routine, and he needs to know what Brooklyn does when the cameras ain't even on.
π€ Black Sea Devil Round One: The Question
Yo, Funky G, I gotta ask you somethin' real, son,
I been up in this tower, and here’s how I feel:
I’m bored, man. Deadass bored of the same old game,
Same grey skies, same faces, everything stayin' the same.
So tell me straight, no filter, no fake flex,
What makes you happy? How you kickin' it next?
π€ Funky G Round One: The Answer
Devil, you asked, so I’ma keep it a buck with you, son,
What makes me happy? Let me break it down, word:
A drink in my hand and a blunt in the air,
That’s how I kill the stress, that’s how I repair.
A little liquor and weed, that’s my stress-free zone,
Sip slow, smoke slow, I’m never alone.
Brooklyn don’t overthink joy — we just live,
Good vibes, good times, whatever the day gives.
π€ Black Sea Devil Round Two: The Push
That’s it? That’s the secret? Just a drink and a smoke?
I been up here chokin' on fumes — and I ain't jokin', bro.
But tell me the why, man — what’s the real deal?
Why that make you happy, why that make it heal?
'Cause I been watchin’, phone out, clips on loop,
Years of lurkin' — and I'm stuck in the soup.
So break it down simple, tell me how to get right,
When you solo, on your own, and it's the middle of the night.
π€ Funky G Round Two: The Lesson
Listen, Devil, here’s the setup-and-punch, son:
You don’t need a whole crowd — you just need a vibe, done.
Simple pleasures, baby — that’s the everyday joy,
Like that red wine in your hand when the world gets too noisy.
Music is therapy, rappin' is therapy too,
Spit bars just for fun — yeah, that’s what I do.
Grab the mic for the love, not for the fame,
Freestyle for the soul — that’s the whole damn game.
You want fun alone? Then live a little, my friend,
Small joys, slow livin' — that’s how the story end.
π€ Black Sea Devil Round Three: The Confession
So you sayin' happiness ain't some big production?
Just good times, good vibes, and a simple function?
That I been isolated, quarantined, stuck in the dust,
When I could’ve been sippin' and smokin', building my trust?
The audacity — yeah, that’s mine, that’s my line,
A man, a phone, and the audacity — that’s the design.
But I’m done bein' bored, done bein' a ghost,
Now it’s time to get live — and I’m wantin' the most.
π€ Funky G Round Three: The Co-Sign
That’s what I’m talkin’ 'bout, Devil — now you got the spark,
You found the fun in the isolation and the dark.
So here’s the co-sign: East meets BK, Black Sea meets the block,
Put them funky NYC colors on and let the whole world watch.
Cross-continent collab, remote, cross-border,
Two mics, one beat — we ain’t takin' no orders.
Live stream cypher, remote rap collab,
No studio, no label — just the vibes and the jab.
π€ THE MIC DROP & THE REQUEST π€
Then it’s sign RAP, not a deal — the craft is the prize,
No-studio showdown, look me dead in the eyes.
Black Sea Tower vs. Brooklyn Rap — that’s the frame,
And the fun? Funky G, you just put me in the game.
No-studio showdown, look me dead in the eyes.
Black Sea Tower vs. Brooklyn Rap — that’s the frame,
And the fun? Funky G, you just put me in the game.
"You know what I mean, man?"
π₯π€⬇️π₯




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