Black Sea Devil From Tower Asking Funky G about strong psychoactive substance

INTERVIEW BATTLE: THE REAL HIGH

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 NYC does when the cameras ain't even on.

🎤 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. I been trippin' on that psychoactive substance from the Black Sea, And it got me feelin' numb, man, it ain't makin' me free. So tell me straight, no filter, no fake flex, What makes you happy? How you kickin' it next?

🎤 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 beat that knocks and a block that's alive, That’s how I kill the stress, that’s how I survive. Good music, good people, good grub — that’s the zone, Simple pleasures, baby — you're never alone. NYC don’t overthink joy — we just live, Good vibes, good times, whatever the day gives. A glass when I want one, a laugh till it hurts, And I leave that heavy Black Sea psychoactive stuff out of my verses.

🎤 Black Sea Devil Round Two: The Push

That’s it? That’s the secret? Just a beat and a crowd? I been up here solo, head in the cloud, Chasin' that Black Sea psychoactive high, but it’s bringin' me down. But tell me the why, man — what’s the real deal in this town? 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 this Black Sea 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.

🎤 Funky G Round Two: The Lesson

Listen, Devil, here’s the setup-and-punch, son: You don’t need no weird Black Sea psychoactive substance — you just need a vibe, done. 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', ride it to the end. Quarantine fun, isolation fun, solo fun — it's real, The trick ain't the party or the potion — the trick is to feel.

🎤 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, Trippin' on Black Sea substances when I could've been movin', buildin' 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.

🎤 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 NYC, Black Sea meets BK, Put them funky NYC colors on and let the whole world watch, G. 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.

🎤 THE MIC DROP & THE REQUEST 🎤

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. NYC Rap — that’s the frame,
And the fun? Funky G, you just put me in the game.

"You know what I mean, man?"

Black Sea Devil from the Tower, and I’m dressed for the blows.

(Hold up, Devil — before you drop the mic...)
I’ma write you a joint 'bout the stress-free life.
No Black Sea psychoactive nonsense, just the end of the strife.
"What makes you happy?" — that’s the hook, that’s the line.
Grab the mic, Devil — spit them bars live,
And we’ll drop a track that’ll make you feel alive.

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