The excerpt captures a spontaneous rap showdown on Venice Beach between two performers. Speaker A, introducing himself as "Smoker CZ" (also referencing "Saint Storm" and "Steve"), delivers a boastful, gangsta‑style verse filled with references to cash, hustling, street credibility, violence, and local territory (Venus Beach to Hollywood). He emphasizes his uniqueness, wealth, and willingness to confront law enforcement. Speaker B interjects briefly, then Speaker A re‑introduces himself as "Steve" to continue the performance. The language is raw, heavily slang‑laden, and contains profanity and racial slurs, reflecting an impromptu, street‑culture rap duel.
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It's your boy Smoker CZ out here at Venice Beach, keeping it real every time you see me. You know what I mean? It's your boy Saint Storm and my nigga Steve out here. Yeah, man. You dig? We make big cash though. This is me, the first and the last of my kind. The Remy and the Henny, Smoker C for my mind. My flow for my space, I wanna shine like a sun. Drop bombs like Saddam, everybody know me. I'm a G, I never been a turn-a-block robber. From the back in the heat, all my backpack keep cash stacking. It's the hustle and flow. I leave underground if you don't feel my grind. We the hustlers, niggas on the field selling them CDs. I feel good when my niggas caking up. From Venice to Hollywood, we got it on lock. I got a lot of niggas locked up or shot up dead by the po-po. You know we hot, cozy pussin' on the block.
Yeah, England. I'm gonna give you some of mine now as well.
It's your boy Steve, check him out.
Yo, this is Schizo, Venice Beach. Yeah, yeah. I never could sing, my voice has always been crap. I've always had a lot to say, so I decided to rap. But you know what they say, you can't run before you walk. And I can't rap, so I just have to talk. 2 people combined to only make one. I've had enough of being serious, yeah, it's time to have some fun. People are doing what I can do better. Why prolong this? I can't wait any longer. I lost my lyrics that I thought were gonna take me there. My short-term memory loss really is quite unfair. So I had to start again, writing straight from scratch. But the football's on the TV and it looks like a good match. I get distracted by the smallest and most stupidest things. If I don't knock it down, I always end up regretting. Fed up of acting like a person I'm not half of the time. The moment's now or never for the real me to shine. My name, yeah, is Skitso. It's always been there, but I've been kinda slow. Always been hiding down and no one knew who I am. But now I've decided it's time to be my own man. Lazy is a word that is close to me, but now it's gone and had itself a vacation. To me. Woo! Man, Steve is crazy, man. Hey, that's what's up, motherfucker. Crazy. Yeah, man. That's what he do.
