The Cypher

Roxy: It's gettin' hot in here!

You already know what time it is.

It's the cypher.

Go hard or go home!

Crowd: Oohhh!

Roxy: Aight, Philly. Hold it down, hold it down.

Khalil, what you gonna spit?

-(heart pounding) -(muffled voices)

Roxy: Who y'all think the winner is, y'all?

We got...

-K.O. -(crowd cheers)

Roxy: Aight, aight, aight.

And we got, Khalil.

-(horn blaring) -(crowd cheering)

Okay, okay, looks like the people have spoken.

Khalil is moving on to the final round

to face off the reigning champ,

-Yung Reap! -Man, both them niggas is trash!

Crowd: Oohh...

I see right through you, boul.

Roxy: Well bring that same energy to the finals.

It's your host, Roxy.

You don't want to miss this battle.

DJ, play that shit.

Kiki: Back up, nigga.

Man: What up, what up, boy?

Khalil: Yo, young boul, that was decent but, uh...

Don't you got somewhere to be?

Decent?

Man, you just jealous

'cause Imma see you in the ring one day.

Take your ass to work, though, man. Before you get in trouble.

Khalil, first of all, worry about yourself.

And winning your battle.

I killed that shit.

That's her wack-ass brother.

Man: Total weirdo.

Ew!

-Woman: Ew! -(indistinct chatter)

Kiki: Aye, yo 'Lil!

Woman: Y'all going to the battle?

Take your Black ass to work, Kiana!

-Man: Kiana? Yeah, Kiana? -Woman: Take your ass to work!

What's up, bro?

Dog, I ain't even gonna hold you right now but...

I fuckin' killed that shit, man.

Your boy was on fire.

He wasn't ready for me.

I'm in the finals, Marc.

The final round.

I'm one...

battle away from winning this whole goddamn thing.

Marc: You got this, Khalil.

Yung Reap: What's the nigga's name? Khalia?

Khalil? I don't even know you, nigga.

-Where'd you get this necklace? -Hm?

Yung Reap: I don't never see you on the block, nigga!

Oh, um...

My little sister got that for me a while back.

I always wear it when I rap.

When do I get to meet her?

Yo, why do you keep looking at this?

C'mon.

You gotta stop thinking about all that.

The crown is already yours,

but you gotta prove it.

I wanna be there to see you do it.

What?

C'mon, Khalil.

Just let me be in your corner for once.

-(knocking on door) -Kiki: Yo, delivery.

Cheese steaks.

Yo!

-There you go. -Thank you, have a good night.

Hold on, bruh, no tip?

Oh my bad, I'll be right back.

This nigga got money.

I'm trynna get like this one day.

What?

Marc: Wait, you're leaving?

Khalil: Marc, I can't do this right now.

I gotta go focus.

-Woman: What up, Philly? -Man: Good morning, good morning, y'all.

Yo, tonight it's going down at The Cypher.

Woman: We got the best of the best comin' through.

You know, the whole city is gonna be tuning in.

Ayo, Kiki!

Can you please pass the weed, bro?

Bro, aye!

Hello. (laughing)

Kiki: Damn.

Oh, shit! This what your brother be up to?

Ohh, yo! This nigga nasty, bro!

Alright, bro, what are you doin'?

-Yo, yo... -What the fuck is you doin'?

Okay, okay, shit.

Damn, Khalil. Ain't that some shit!

Your brother on a whole 'nother--

Nigga is laid up with another nigga

-smackin' cheeks, bro. -(all laughing)

Wait 'till Reap see this shit, c'mon.

What you mean, "wait 'till Reap see this shit"?

Hey, what up, Khalil?

I know, I'm leavin'.

I just know you needed this.

The crown is already yours, right?

You wanna come see me win this?

Yeah.

-Khalil! -Roxy: Aight, y'all!

Y'all ready for a rap battle,

let me hear y'all make some noise!

Aight. It's the last

and final rap battle of the competition, y'all!

To my left, we got the reigning champ, Yung Reap!

And to my right we got the newcomer, the challenger,

Khalil.

Who do y'all think is gonna be the last MC standing?

Listen, this right here...