On the Way to the Tower - York Road Story From Intercontinental Rap

Live stream • two mics • one ocean

Black Sea Devil From Tower feat. Funky G from NYC — a Brooklyn slang interview battle, full song lyrics, and a 5-minute live-stream intro script.

Brooklyn slang Boom-bap Black Sea NYC Live cypher No studio

BLACK SEA DEVIL ✦ FUNKY G ✦ BK TO THE TOWER ✦ ROAD TO YORK ✦ GREEN BAG ✦ WHITE MAGIC ✦ NO STUDIO ✦ NO LABEL ✦ BLACK SEA DEVIL ✦ FUNKY G ✦ BK TO THE TOWER ✦ ROAD TO YORK ✦ GREEN BAG ✦ WHITE MAGIC ✦ NO STUDIO ✦ NO LABEL ✦

🎤 Interview Battle Round One–Three +

Setting: A live stream. Two mics. One ocean between ’em. Devil is stuck up in the Tower, Funky G is posted up somewhere in BK with a red cup and his phone on the table. Tonight’s topic: the road in. Deadass.

🎤 Black Sea Devil From Tower Round One: The Question

Yo, Funky G, I been readin’ up on NYC a lot, The trains, the blocks, the whole damn plot. But keep it a buck with me, tell me somethin’ true — How does the road to York look to you? Not that postcard garbage, not the tourist trap, Tell me somethin’ real, son — fill the gap.

🎤 Funky G From NYC Round One: The Answer

Devil, you want the real talk? I’ll put you on the scene, Down the York road I spotted somethin’ green — Huge, triple-packed, five kilos of that tea, Cambodian, Vietnamese, Bangladesh — all three. That bag ain’t normal, son, that bag ain’t small, That’s a mad lot of leaf for one dude to haul.

🎤 Black Sea Devil From Tower Round Two: The Push

Five kilos of green tea? That’s a mad lot of leaf, That ain’t a man’s breakfast, son, that’s a belief. So what’s the word? What’s the word on the street? Why this tea bag got watchers on its feet?

🎤 Funky G From NYC Round Two: The Legend

Here’s the word on the block, and I’m just passin’ it down — Some cats try to breathe it and they don’t come back around. Sleep for a few days — that’s the whisper, that’s the claim, Wake up buggin’ out for a few days — same game. So I peeped that bag — and I peeped the crowd, Mad people watchin’ — and I ain’t talkin’ loud: Military, cops, the mob, gangsters, P.I.s too, All of ’em circlin’ that bag — so what’s a dude to do? So I spark a blunt instead. That’s the move. That’s the call. Let the big green bag sit. I ain’t touchin’ it at all.

🎤 Black Sea Devil From Tower Round Three: The Turn

That’s the road, huh? That’s the York road scene — Big green bag, mad watchers, and you stay clean. Aight, my turn. You ain’t asked me nothin’ yet, So let me drop a question — and I won’t forget: What ’bout white magic? Up here on the Tower, Is there white magic left? Is there any power?

🎤 Funky G From NYC Round Three: The Question Back

Good question, Devil. White magic on the Tower — What you got up there, son? What’s the source, what’s the power?

🎤 Black Sea Devil From Tower The Answer / Mic Drop

Funky G, I’ll keep it a buck, no disguise: The only white magic here is snow — that’s the prize. In the winter, for a few days, that’s the spell, White on the Tower, then it melts — oh well. Aside from that? The magic got different colors here, Not white, not clean — it’s a whole other tier. So that’s the Tower. That’s the road. That’s the deal. You know what I mean, man? — word is bond, that’s the real.

🎤 Funky G From NYC The Co-Sign

Then it’s BK to the Tower, Black Sea meets NYC, One ocean between us, two mics, one beat, G. On the way to the Tower — that’s the title, that’s the frame, The road to York, the green bag, and the snow that never came. No studio, no label — just the trip and the talk, Black Sea Devil from the Tower — and the road we walked.

🎵 Song Lyrics On the Way to the Tower +

🎵 “On the Way to the Tower”

Black Sea Devil From Tower feat. Funky G from NYC

[INTRO — spoken, low beat, phone static]

(Black Sea Devil)

Yeah... two mics. One ocean. No studio. No label. You know what I mean, man?

(Funky G)

BK to the Tower. Let’s walk it, son.

[VERSE 1 — BLACK SEA DEVIL]

I been readin’ up on NYC, the trains, the blocks, The all-night bodegas, the corner-side talks. But keep it a buck with me, tell me somethin’ true — How does the road to York look to you? Not that postcard garbage, not the tourist trap, Tell me somethin’ real, son — fill the gap.

[VERSE 2 — FUNKY G]

Devil, you want the real talk? I’ll put you on the scene, Down the York road I spotted somethin’ green — Huge, triple-packed, five kilos of that tea, Cambodian, Vietnamese, Bangladesh — all three. That bag ain’t normal, son, that bag ain’t small, That’s a mad lot of leaf for one dude to haul.

[PRE-HOOK — DEVIL]

Five kilos of green tea? That’s a mad lot of leaf, That ain’t a man’s breakfast, son, that’s a belief. So what’s the word? What’s the word on the street? Why this tea bag got watchers on its feet?

[HOOK — BOTH]

On the way to the Tower, on the road to York, One man talks, one man walks, Big green bag and the snow that falls — Black Sea meets NYC, that’s the call. On the way to the Tower — you know what I mean, man? On the way to the Tower — that’s the plan.

[VERSE 3 — FUNKY G]

Here’s the word on the block, and I’m just passin’ it down — Some cats try to breathe it and they don’t come back around. Sleep for a few days — that’s the whisper, that’s the claim, Wake up buggin’ out for a few days — same game. So I peeped that bag, and I peeped the crowd, Mad people watchin’ — and I ain’t talkin’ loud: Military, cops, the mob, gangsters, P.I.s too, All of ’em circlin’ that bag — so what’s a dude to do? So I spark a blunt instead. That’s the move. That’s the call. Let the big green bag sit. I ain’t touchin’ it at all.

[PRE-HOOK — DEVIL]

That’s the road, huh? That’s the York road scene — Big green bag, mad watchers, and you stay clean. Aight, my turn — you ain’t asked me nothin’ yet, So let me drop a question, and I won’t forget:

[BRIDGE — DEVIL, beat drops to half-time]

What ’bout white magic? Up here on the Tower, Is there white magic left? Is there any power?

(Funky G, spoken)

Good question, Devil. What you got up there, son?

[VERSE 4 — DEVIL, the answer]

Funky G, I’ll keep it a buck, no disguise: The only white magic here is snow — that’s the prize. In the winter, for a few days, that’s the spell, White on the Tower, then it melts — oh well. Aside from that? The magic got different colors here, Not white, not clean — it’s a whole other tier. So that’s the Tower. That’s the road. That’s the deal. You know what I mean, man? — word is bond, that’s the real.

[HOOK — BOTH]

On the way to the Tower, on the road to York, One man talks, one man walks, Big green bag and the snow that falls — Black Sea meets NYC, that’s the call. On the way to the Tower — you know what I mean, man? On the way to the Tower — that’s the plan.

[OUTRO — FUNKY G, then both]

Then it’s BK to the Tower, Black Sea meets NYC, One ocean between us, two mics, one beat, G. On the way to the Tower — that’s the title, that’s the frame, The road to York, the green bag, and the snow that never came. No studio, no label — just the trip and the talk, Black Sea Devil from the Tower — and the road we walked.

(both, fading)

You know what I mean, man... Word is bond...

🎬 5-Minute Live-Stream Intro Script Two co-hosts • one ocean +

Title: “Black Sea Devil From Tower” vs “Funky G from NYC” — On the Way to the Tower
Total runtime: ~5:00
Format: two co-hosts, one ocean, live.

00:00 – 00:30

Cold Open — Black Sea Devil

(Camera on Devil. Tower behind him. Beat low.)

DEVIL: Yo. Two mics. One ocean. No studio. No label. Just a man, a phone, and the audacity, deadass. Tonight we walk the road — the road to York, the road to the Tower. On the way to the Tower. Let’s get it.

00:30 – 01:00

Welcome — Funky G

(Cut to Funky G, NYC, red cup on the table.)

FUNKY G: BK in the buildin’, son. Devil, you been readin’ up on NYC a lot — trains, blocks, the whole plot. Tonight I’mma put you on to somethin’ real about the road. Somethin’ crazy. You ready?

DEVIL: I’m ready. Fill the gap.

01:00 – 01:30

The Setup — The Question

(Split screen.)

DEVIL: Here’s the frame for everybody watchin’: I been readin’ up on NYC every day. But I wanna know — how does the road to York look? Not that postcard garbage. Not the tourist trap. The real thing.

FUNKY G: You want the real thing? Aight. Let me tell you what I peeped.

01:30 – 02:30

Round One — The Green Bag

(Funky G leans in. Beat shifts.)

FUNKY G: Down the York road, I spotted somethin’ green. Huge, triple-packed — five kilos of that tea. Cambodian, Vietnamese, Bangladesh — all three. That bag ain’t normal, son. That bag ain’t small. That’s a mad lot of leaf for one dude to haul.

DEVIL: Five kilos of green tea? That’s a mad lot of leaf. That ain’t a man’s breakfast — that’s a belief. So what’s the word on the street? Why this tea bag got watchers on its feet?

02:30 – 03:30

Round Two — The Legend & The Watchers

(Funky G, slower, storyteller mode.)

FUNKY G: Here’s the word on the block — and I’m just passin’ it down. Some cats try to breathe it and they don’t come back around. Sleep for a few days. Wake up buggin’ out for a few days. Same game. So I peeped that bag — and I peeped the crowd. Military. Cops. The mob. Gangsters. P.I.s. All of ’em circlin’. So what’s a dude to do? I spark a blunt instead. That’s the move. That’s the call. Let the big green bag sit. I ain’t touchin’ it at all.

DEVIL: (laughs) That’s the road, huh? Big green bag, mad watchers, and you stay clean. Aight — my turn.

03:30 – 04:15

Round Three — White Magic on the Tower

(Cut to Devil. Tower. Wind.)

DEVIL: You ain’t asked me nothin’ yet — so let me drop a question. What ’bout white magic? Up here on the Tower. Is there white magic left? Is there any power?

FUNKY G: Good question, Devil. White magic on the Tower — what you got up there, son? What’s the source?

DEVIL: I’ll keep it a buck, no disguise. The only white magic here is snow. In the winter, for a few days — that’s the spell. White on the Tower, then it melts. Aside from that? The magic got different colors here. Not white. Not clean. It’s a whole other tier. So that’s the Tower. That’s the road. That’s the deal. You know what I mean, man?

04:15 – 04:45

The Co-Sign

(Both on screen. Beat builds.)

FUNKY G: Then it’s BK to the Tower — Black Sea meets NYC. One ocean between us, two mics, one beat, G. On the way to the Tower — that’s the title, that’s the frame. The road to York, the green bag, and the snow that never came.

DEVIL: No studio. No label. Just the trip and the talk. Black Sea Devil from the Tower — and the road we walked.

04:45 – 05:00

The Call to Action

(Both, direct to camera.)

DEVIL: That’s the intro. Now it’s time to have fun. Drop a 🔥 in the chat if you want the full track — “On the Way to the Tower.”

FUNKY G: And if you want the next battle — the funeral incense one, the happiness one — tell us in the chat. You know what I mean, man? Let’s ride.

(Beat drops. Stream rolls.)

No studio. No label. Just the trip and the talk.

Black Sea Devil from the Tower — and the road we walked. Word is bond.