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Fuck, man.
Goddamn it!
We've had days where we've done six of these in one day.
Six? Six of them.
Just me and Matt before-- When he was around more.
Oh, man. Yeah.
Sometimes people ask me, you know, "Can I buy half a pig?"
"Can I get some of that?"
So I raise an extra one for a family member or a close friend.
Right. And, uh, we make a few bucks.
Now, the absolute most important thing ever...
is the bile sac.
The bile sac? Yeah.
If you were to break that...
It's such-- It's like yellow, ugly shit
that will taint the meat and make it not edible.
Right. So you--
It's really critical,
so I don't know if you feel like it,
but if you don't mind holding this.
Got you.
Yeah. Got it?
Yeah, I got it. We're good.
Sawzall! Goddamn!
I got it. I got my green shot right there.
J-rod, motherfucker! What's up, brother?
How you doing, baby? It's been a while.
Yeah, man. Good to see you.
What's up? Merc. How's it going?
It's good to meet you. Good to meet you!
You won't believe what he helped me with. It was fucked up.
It's right there. Try it.
They're serving up the other ones, the green ones.
No pork on my fork, but have at it.
Cheers.
To la finca.
What? La finca, the farm.
La finca. Salud!
La finca!
I didn't know that one.
So here's the deal.
I just went into the bathroom...
I swear to God, bro.
I swear this to God.
I go in the bathroom...
to go to the bathroom. I feel this thing on me--
Number one or number two? Number one.
I'm feeling this thing on me, and I'm getting really nervous,
and I'm, like, okay, it's pretty big.
For real.
Bob, look. Dude! It was--
I had a bloated tick on my something!
A what? A tick!
It was buried in me on my something.
What's this--? Time-out. What the fuck is a "some-tine"?
A something. His freaking "something."
- Your dick? - Yeah, man.
You had a tick on your dick? On my dick! I did.
How did you not know this?
I didn't know because they're pretty cool at what they do.
They're quiet. They don't go:
Did you, would you, could you?
I'm, like, oh, my God. Oh, yeah, Bob.
So far, so good. We good, man. Yeah.
Goddamn, Bob. Goddamn, man.
You high, man? Yeah. Yeah.
Hi, this is, uh, Mercury Maxwell.
I'm staying down at the house.
I just wanted to let you know
that we had a tree fall down today.
And, uh...
it's in the backyard, but give me a call when you can.
Shit!
What up? What up? It's your boy, Money Merc.
Live from the middle of the fucking woods...
working on this new album right quick, man.
Don't know where the fuck I'm at,
at an undisclosed location, but let me show y'all, though.
Hold on. Let me see... Unh...
Out here, baby.
Out here. What you know about that?
Nah, I ain't no country boy, but it's cool out here though.
I'm fucking with it. Like I said,
I'm just getting some new vibes for the album.
You know, new shit going down. Don't even trip.
"When can I come to Brazil?"
Shit, anytime.
Y'all got that ass in Brazil.
You already know, shit.
"I'm a 14-year-old rapper with sick beats and hard rhymes.
Shout me out, Lil' Stank."
Lil' Stank, that's your name, my nigga?
Do you shit on yourself? Do you wear diapers, mofo?
What the fuck is a Lil' Stank?
I'm fucking with it though.
Keep grinding though. Go check out Lil' Stank.
"You soft as hell. Just telling you how it is."
You bitch-ass nigga. Where the fuck you from, man?
Ohio or some shit like that?
Monkey-ass nigga, man.
Motherfuckers always coming in here, talking shit,
but it's crazy 'cause when y'all
see a motherfucker on the street,
it'd be all smiles.
But it's all good though.
"Lil' AK-47 son'd you in the new video."
Fuck AK-47, man!
How the fuck AK-47 son'd me and I'm the father of this shit?
Man can't "son" me.
Nigga's a bitch. Fuck blood.
It's all good, man.
I ain't got to respond to bitch-ass niggas like that.
Like I said, album on the way,
we flaming that fuck-boy on every track.
It's going down. I ain't worried about shit.
You already know how Blood Money Merc do
when I get in that mode, so...
It is what it is. Anyway, man.
Album on the way, man. I'm checking out. Peace.
Okay, fine. I got it. I'm going on break.
Hey, yo! Excuse me. Shit.
Can you help me? Sure.
I got a leak in the kitchen of this house I'm renting,
and, uh... I need a P-trap,
and I don't know if I need "1 1/4" or "1 1/2".
Okay, I think-- It's for the kitchen, so...
It could be either.
I think it just depends on the sink. Oh, shit.
I should have brought the pipe in here.
Um...
You can get both and return whatever you don't use.
Yeah, I guess I got to do that.
My husband's a logger. He uses these.
Yeah? You a logger?
Eh, not quite. Okay.
Hm.
You look familiar.
Were you in the movies? Nah.
TV? Nah. Actually...
I make music. I'm a rapper. Oh, really?
Yeah.
Can I ask you a question? What's that?
What's the difference between hip-hop and rap?
Uh, like rap is like the music, the sub-genre of it,
and hip-hop is like the whole culture, I guess.
So hip-hop is more like the young kids do
and rap is for seasoned?
Um, I mean, I don't really think it has an age bracket on it.
Think everybody kind of loves it, you know?
Okay.
Jill, could you switch with Sue?
Like, just change spots. All right.
That is significantly better.
Everyone smile. Okay, good.
Three, two, one. Cheese!
♪ Unh. Seven more colors of this When it goes off ♪
♪ Unh. Seven new colors of this But it goes off ♪
♪ Unh. Eighty-two Rolls When it blows off ♪
You didn't kill that pig. I did.
The nigga asked me to help him
slaughter the pig and I did it.
What the fuck? It wasn't shit.
I thought it was gonna be a big deal, but it wasn't.
It actually was easy.
All right. Well, whatever it takes.
As long as you're not isolating.
I want to make sure you're feeling right,
feeling ready to get back into writing.
'Cause you've been up there three weeks now.
I'll give you another month, but--
Ain't no motherfucking timeline, nigga.
How are you going to tell me you're gonna give me a month?
Y'all can't rush this shit, man.
Y'all keep always trying to turn a motherfucker creativity
on and off like a light switch. It don't work like that.
You know what I'm saying?
I'm tired-- I hear you.
I'm tired of this rap shit anyway.
What if I don't turn the album in?
No, no.
What if I don't even turn the album in?
They gonna sue me?
The label's a bitch, right?
But it's a bitch we both got to deal with on some level.
Let me handle them.
Don't be even thinking about that.
I just want your truth.
Whatever magic happens up in that place
with you being sort of away
from all that's been stressing you out,
that's what I want to hear about.
I just don't want you sinking into the mental space
you were in before I sent you up there,
you know what I mean?
The whole point of being up there
is to get out of that head. I know.
I'm surprised. You just...
You know, when you were little,
I had to drag you outdoors.
What am I going to do in the projects of Chicago,
go outside and get shot? Yeah.
This is a little different.
Yeah, it's definitely different.
Just good to get some fresh air, you know?
Kind of hit mute on everything. Mm-hm.
Nobody out here, not a nigga in sight.
Only thing you got to worry about out here is them bears.
What bears? Bears all around.
What, here? Yeah.
You said you wanted to go on a hike.
But you didn't say nothing about no bears!
Nah, don't hold me. If a bear get on you, hey...
Hey, Mama, I love you, but if a bear jump out,
it's every man for themselves. Uh-uh.
I know you got my back.
Seriously, there are no bears out here.
If they come out, just ball up in the fetal position.
Then they won't-- They might not do nothing to you.
That's what I heard.
Bob tell you that? Nah.
All right, so is it hot?
I'mma put some of these onions in if it's hot.
I don't like onions.
But you need them, so let's run with it.
Since when don't you like onions?
It ain't my thing. I don't like the texture.
You've eaten onions.
You don't even know when the onions are in there.
I don't like the texture of onion. Back up.
Back it on up!
Back up. All right.
I'm just gonna put half the onions in here.
Okay. Just 'cause I don't wanna hear it.
It's your world. It's your world, shawty.
Yes. It's my world. It's your world.
BLOGGER He's a bitch! He's a bitch-made bitch.
If that album says anything about fucking drugs,
hos, bitches, and fucking selling crack, fuck that,
because you're out in the fucking woods!
There's no fucking way that you're fucking real!
Come to the fucking hood.
Come on, Mama. What's up?
If you're a fan of his, comment down below. Whatever.
Where you on your way to?
I'mma stop back down at Aunty's
and, uh, pick my stuff up,
then I'm gonna head on back to my house.
Good old Evanston.
Who could've thought?
Ain't got a lot of our kind out there, that's for sure.
I love my house,
and I love the new people I'm getting to...
That's good. That's good.
Surprised?
Everybody need a change of scenery from time to time.
How many Black farmers you know?
None. Exactly.
How many Black people you know producing and,
you know, cultivating their own food?
None. There ain't a lot.
No. Exactly.
You know? Look at you.
Just a thought, you know? Just--
Bob?
Big Bob, what up, playboy? - Merc!
I don't know, man. I'm beat.
What's going on? How you doing, man?
Good. I'm chilling. Good to see you.
I don't know, man, just having a tough morning.
Got so many animals, it's driving me nuts.
I got cows, three of them had babies.
I got to have three more. They'll go any minute.
I got 16 turkeys.
I got 35 broiler chickens I got to hang up on Monday.
I got laying hens... and some doves.
And then I got to find some way to go up the road
and cut 25 trees on the ground to make some money.
That sound like a lot shit, man. Need some help?
You don't have to help me. You helped me last week.
I know, man, but, you know,
I'mma be here for a minute, so...
I figured I might as well, you know, come give you a hand.
My grandfather used to have farmland.
I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't interested in it.
So, you know, me helping you is like helping me.
What you say?
The fuck?
You got to help me get this in these buckets.
Or this bucket, anyway. Man, what is this shit?
Pig food, man.
Pig food? I know,
it's too good for them, huh?
You got bagels, French toast, Ring Dings. You kidding me?
Honey buns. Yodels.
Pancakes. Pancakes?
Fucking pancakes, dude. Yeah. That's crazy.
Yeah.
Throwing away all this good shit, man.
I know, but at least it's outdated.
And nobody gets to use it 'cause they can't sell it.
As soon as it's one day old,
they say, no, you got to get rid of it.
I've been lucky for almost a year now,
getting this from them, and they're going out of business.
Outdated? Yeah, it sucks.
Tastes good though, right? Tastes all right to me.
All right, motherfuckers! Let's get it. Let's get it.
Oink, oink, oink, oink.
Motherfucker! Oink, motherfucker.
Come on, oink, motherfucker.
Come on. Let's get this shit.
There we go, yeah!
Yeah!
Come on. Fuck with me. Fuck with me. Oink, oink.
Motherfucker!
Sounds like the turkeys are liking you too.
Bacon, motherfucker. I want some turkey bacon next!
They're liking it. You got to give me new shoes.
This shit getting my shit all fucked up.
Yeah.
See what we got.
♪ Fuck with me you put A thousand feet up in the dirt ♪
♪ A thousand rounds A thousand grams ♪
♪ I got a thousand percs ♪
♪ Fresh out the pen Ain't need no deal ♪
♪ 'Cause I was serving work ♪
♪ Sign my record contract In blood Blood Money Merc ♪
♪ Used to keep a brick In the truck ♪
♪ Like I ain't give a fuck ♪
♪ Got some head A little top ♪
♪ I sent some bitches up ♪
♪ Dropped the nine piece In the Rex ♪
♪ I fucked the kitchen up ♪
♪ Did a double date With two bitches ♪
♪ Don't post no pictures up ♪
♪ Sort of like Goldie How I mack a ho ♪
♪ I'm dressing up Cinderella She was a rat before ♪
♪ These studio Gangster-ass niggas ♪
♪ Ain't serve a pack before ♪
♪ Bitch, I made My first couple million ♪
♪ Off of the crack and blow Nigga ♪
♪ Off of the crack flow ♪
♪ The crack flow ♪
♪ Serving that dope Like I ain't rap before ♪
♪ Like I ain't never Left the trap before ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Sort of like Goldie How I mack a ho ♪
♪ Dressing up Cinderella She was a rat before ♪
♪ Goldie, how I mack a ho ♪
♪ Made my first couple million Off of the crack and blow ♪
♪ Sort of like Goldie How I mack a ho ♪
♪ Selling a pack before ♪
♪ Serve a pack before ♪
Moo.
K-Boss, K-Boss.
Come on.
Whoa.
Come on.
Moo.
Come on.
Come on, baby. Come on. Come on, baby. Yeah.
Yes, put them all on the list.
If you want, you know, m-message them at 6 p.m.
Yeah, 6 p.m. I will make a public statement regarding--
Yeah. All right. I got to go. Bye. Yo!
You shitting me, dude, with this?
What is this shit, bro? No. What you doing at my house?
The fuck you doing here? What the fuck is this?
What? What is this tweet?
You don't do this on your own.
You got high last night?
Fucked up? Do it on my own?
What the fuck you talking about?
You consult with me. That's why I'm calling you.
Consult? I don't have to consult shit.
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
You see my name on your phone, you don't answer--
Who the fuck you talking to?
Fuck yourself.
What? Fuck, what? Fuck you, man.
Fuck, what?
Fuck you, motherfucker. Fuck what? Come on!
Let's go! I'm right here!
I'll smoke your motherfucking ass.
Watch who the fuck you talking to.
I ain't afraid of you.
You can put your hands on me, do whatever you want.
I'm not gonna leave.
I'm here for you, bro!
I hate to say it. I hate to see it.
You're going to lose everything.
I'm here for your houses.
You live on credit, like the rest of these motherfuckers do.
I'm here for your car. I'm here for your mom's house.
We worked so fucking hard to get that house!
Now, I'm not supposed to bring this up but, yo,
you got child support payments, bro.
Where's your shit? I'm saying, send me a dummy track.
Send me something stupid, just so I can satiate them,
just so they'll calm down. They're breathing down my neck.
Then I wake up, and fucking, yo, "I'm quitting,
I'm never fucking coming back," whatever this fucking--
I got the press calling me and I can't even talk to you?
I can't even get you on the phone to say:
"What is this about? How do I explain this?"
You're lucky I didn't put out a statement on your behalf
without consulting you.
Take your time. But deliver.
You got to focus. You have a goal here.
That's why we're up here.
I know you're not up here for the weather, bro.
Whatever, you made a friend.
Good, I'm glad you made a friend.
But that's a distraction right now.
If you ain't Money Merc, who are you?
I'm hungry as fuck.
I'm going inside.
I'm gonna get myself a sandwich.
And we got to sit down
and fucking talk about this shit, dude.
Thanks. Mm-hm.
He's a big boy. Thank you.
He can do whatever he wants. - Oh, no, thank you.
How old are you, Bob, 86? Yeah.
Come on, man. Don't push it, bro.
I'm turning 71 next week. Damn.
Yeah, you want to look like this when you're 71?
You ain't gonna look like this. You're right.
You'll be an old, fat motherfucker.
Leave him alone, Bob.
No, let me just say something right here.
When I turn 98, I hope I look just like you.
All right? You look good.
You ever see anything like this? What are you showing us?
You know what I'm saying?
Sexy Bob. This is Bob. He can't help himself.
Cheers to Bob. It's for the sake of the party.
I don't want to be a spoiled... To Bob.
Bob, my darling.
♪ The night was mighty dark ♪
♪ And you could hardly see ♪
♪ For the moon Refused to shine ♪
♪ A couple sitting Underneath the willow tree ♪
♪ For love, they pined ♪
♪ Little maid Was kind of afraid of darkness ♪
♪ So she said, I guess I'll go ♪
♪ Boy began to sigh Looked up at the sky ♪
♪ Told the moon His little tale of woe ♪
Hey.
♪ Whoa, shine on ♪
♪ Shine on, harvest moon ♪
♪ Up in the sky ♪
♪ I ain't had no loving since ♪
♪ January, February, June Or July ♪
♪ Snow time ain't no time ♪
♪ To stay outdoors and spoon ♪
♪ So shine on ♪
♪ Shine on, harvest moon ♪
♪ For me and my gal ♪
Told you, man! Told you!
What do you think about that?
Thank you for listening. Man, what do you think?
That was pretty solid, right? Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Hell, yeah, that was solid.
Your voice is angelic to say the least, you know what I mean?
It ain't the type of music I do, gangster rap.
But, you know, you got your own lane.
It's cool. Yeah?
There it is.
Angelic.
Yeah.
Angelic. That's good.
What'd you think about your mom's songs?
Are you kidding? You're gorgeous.
Thank you for asking. That's very nice.
Hm.
♪ Wandering But I'm never lost ♪
♪ Wandering but I'm never lost Nigga ♪
♪ Where I'm from You have to push a pack ♪
♪ Just to be the boss, nigga ♪
♪ Where I'm from They have to push it back ♪
♪ Just to be the boss ♪
♪ Money Merc Never taking a fucking loss ♪
♪ Fuckin' These pussy niggas off ♪
♪ Running These pussy niggas off ♪
♪ Wandering But I'm never lost ♪
♪ Nigga, where I'm from ♪
♪ They have to push a pack To be the boss ♪
♪ Nigga ♪
♪ Bitch nigga ♪
♪ Pussy nigga ♪
♪ AK, pussy nigga ♪
♪ Bitch nigga ♪
♪ Pussy nigga ♪
♪ Wish to fuck a nigga would ♪
♪ Fuck nigga Wish that he could ♪
♪ Money Merc, bitch ♪
That sandwich good as hell from the gas station.
What the fuck?
Okay, I got behind them.
I'm heading them towards you. Just stay wide!
I thought this fence was electric.
Goddamn it.
K-Boss, come on, come on.
Give him some room!
Baby bull, baby bull, baby bull!
Come on, come on! K-Boss!
Come on, come on.
Let's go, let's go! K-Boss!
Let's go, let's go! Come on.
K-Boss, K-Boss.
Yeah, man!
I do this shit. I do this shit. - You can do it!
What comes to mind right now?
Immortal Technique. Revolutionary, Vol 2.
♪ It's on now, motherfucker Lock and load ♪
♪ I'm at the point of no return I can never come back ♪
♪ Life without parole Upstate shackled and trapped ♪
♪ Living in a hole ♪
♪ Looking at the world Through a crack ♪
♪ Fuck that I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped ♪
♪ The government's Trying to murder me ♪
♪ Auschwitz gas chamber Full of Zyklon B ♪
♪ And I don't know where The fuck I'm at right now ♪
Damn, that's some deep shit, Bob.
You got some flow, man.
I see you rocking that shit a little bit.
I tell you what, man. Help me out.
Man, you gotta loosen up.
Quit being so goddamn tense. Tense?
Yeah, man. What's the secret?
You rapping that old, tense-ass, tight-ass shit, man.
You preaching. What's the secret?
Nobody wants to hear all that shit all the time, Bob.
What's the fucking secret? That's cool, but just jam.
Jam with it. Keep it smooth. You know what I'm saying?
Jam with it. Clap.
Clap. Clap.
I'm feeling a little loose. Be smooth with it.
♪ Be smooth with it Be smooth with it ♪
♪ Be smooth with it ♪
♪ Bring your bitch to the farm And the bitch get naked ♪
♪ When you fuck with Big Bob Nigga, shit get hectic ♪
♪ When you fuck with Big Bob Man, the bitch get naked ♪
♪ When you fuck with Big Bob ♪
♪ Man, your bitch Better check it ♪
♪ Wreck it ♪
♪ Check yourself ♪
♪ Big Bob Never wreck yourself ♪
♪ Yeah, I said, check yourself ♪
♪ Big Bob on the farm Never wreck yourself ♪
♪ Don't be booting a ho ♪
♪ I say don't make me Put this boot in a ho ♪
♪ Me and Bob We be tootin' the blow ♪
♪ On the farm with them thangs Yeah ♪
♪ And the cow Got them thangs, yeah ♪
♪ Real smooth with it ♪
♪ Getting real smooth with it ♪
Jam, Bob, go ahead.
Revolutionary Vol 2.
Forget you, with this revolutionary shit, man.
Life is good, man.
Life is good.
Not like that. Fucking revolutionary, man.
What's one plus one?
ELLA Oh, um...
That's two, and you know what 10 plus 10 is?
What's ten plus ten? You that far ahead? What's ten plus ten?
Twenty!
What? All right, I got a hard one for you.
What's 200 plus 100?
Um...
We did not learn that yet.
What's two plus one?
That is three!
Okay. So 200 plus 100 is what?
We-- I already told you, we didn't learn that yet.
All right. Well, learn it. It's 300.
Hi, how are you? I'm all right.
What are you looking for? Uh, snow shovels.
We don't have them stocked yet. Oh, yeah?
No. It must not be cold yet.
Something else I can help you with?
Oh, I'm just gonna browse around.
What's up?
What are you looking at,
you Larry-David-looking motherfucker?
You're fucked up, man.
Hey. Oh, you at work today, huh?
Yeah. Middle of the week, just at work, huh?
Hi.
What's going on? How you been? Good. How are you?
I'm good. I'm just chilling.
I'm about to take a break. You wanna go?
How you spell your name?
It look like, Michelle-a...
Michelle. Why do they call you Michael?
I love talking about how to spell my name and say my name.
Nobody ever asks me, so thank you.
Your parents must have wanted a boy.
They must have.
I feel like they were disappointed in many ways.
Yeah.
Mm. How you liking country life? It's cool.
I've been learning a lot on the farm with Bob.
Uh-huh.
Yeah. My granddad used to have a farm.
Like down south in Mississippi, or something, but...
Got you.
My family never, like,
took me to meet him, or anything like that,
so I don't really know too much about him.
Now you're exploring your farming roots.
Heh. Heh.
Something like that.
Damn. I guess you could say that.
Ooh...
I can't wait to get out of this fucking town.
Yeah, and go where? Anywhere.
Yeah? Yeah.
Anyway...
You really need that, uh, snow shovel?
That, uh-uh...? What?
Maybe when the snow hit, I'll come back and get it.
Okay. You were coming to... Yeah.
...window-shop today?
Maybe.
Should I get your number?
You think I just give my number out like that?
Oh, okay. Who do you think I am?
So next time you come to look at snow shovels,
maybe we can talk about if you wanna hang out then.
Got you.
Nice to see you.
♪ Bye-bye ♪
♪ Bye-bye... ♪
Play some other shit. Play some other shit.
Wait, hold up.
Play some other shit. Nah?
Play another one. Play another one. All right.
This shit's dope.
This is some regal shit.
Yeah.
Pop.
Pop-pop.
No, fuck that.
Nah? One more. Play another one.
Hmm.
All right.
Come on, Leon. What's up, man?
I got you. I got you. Here we go.
Gotta feel it. This guy's it. Come on.
That's--
Plus, we don't--
We don't have to clear this. There's no samples.
That shit too happy. Nah, man. Go back to the first one.
All right. Fuck that shit.
♪ Gang, gang ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Keep doing it, bitch ♪
♪ Keep blowing it, bitch ♪
♪ The heroin drop in the pot ♪
♪ Got a one Put a two in it, bitch ♪
♪ You know I'm the shit I'm true in the shit ♪
♪ If I hit a bitch nigga Smack dead in the face ♪
♪ You'll be suing this bitch Like what, yeah ♪
♪ Ride by And I throw a gang sign ♪
♪ Slide by in the 8-5 ♪
♪ Never let a bitch nigga Take mine ♪
♪ Stay high, ride by in the 8-5 Throw a gang sign, nigga ♪
I'm chilling, man.
Yo, that was dope, but we should--
Let's try and do some...
'Cause that shit sounds like your last record. Hm?
I'm just saying that-- What you're rapping about.
My last record?
Yeah. When was your last?
That beat is good. It's okay,
but really, I'm making the beat.
I'm doing what I'm doing to-- I mean...
I'm enhancing you.
My last record. When was your last shit?
It's only...
Really? I mean...
That's where we're going with it?
I'm just saying, like,
let's do something that's a little different.
Nigga, you're just like all these--
We could just... We could, I mean--
All y'all motherfuckin' white boys in the industry
always trying to make a nigga change his style.
I mean...
The fuck going on, man? That's dope too, but--
Why you want me to change my motherfucking style, nigga?
The shit that got me here got me here.
I'm saying, we just go, like, a little left.
Maybe we need to go a little different on the beats.
Well, you know...
Like you said, man, niggas trying to make hits.
Yeah, but, I mean, hits...
You know, hits ain't coming from the same--
We can't follow the same formula and then it's a hit.
You know? You already had hits. It's the same shit.
The shit I've been doing
been putting them plaques on the wall.
All right. The cars in the motherfucking driveway.
The houses on the lot.
You got me fucked up, Leon. I'm out.
Show your way out, dawg. You got some weed?
I got weed. Get the fuck out.
I don't feel like rapping right now, dawg.
I just need some space from that shit.
I don't know, maybe when...
I don't know. I don't know. Just right now, I'm...
I ain't in it.
It ain't in me, you know? Mm-hm.
If you do the fucking... The shit will come back.
This shit comes and goes. You've gotta give it some time.
That's the thing, Leon.
I ain't got a lot of time in this shit.
It's like once a nigga go over 30,
they start looking at you like a dinosaur,
you know what I mean?
It's definitely a young nigga's game right now.
I mean...
You can change that. But I don't know.
That doesn't seem true all the time.
As long as you keep making good music,
you could go forever.
Yeah, I feel you.
Shit, man, aside from that, man, this shit dangerous as fuck too.
Mm-hm. What fucking other job in music
do you gotta worry about getting shot?
If I was a motherfucking country singer,
you think niggas would wanna take my jewelry, nigga?
Nah.
Fucking rap, man.
I got into this rap shit to get...
away from the streets.
It seem like this shit's just bringing me...
ten times closer to it.
So that tweet, that shit was real, then?
I don't know.
Look at that. Okay.
Wow.
I didn't think this old guy had it in him still.
I didn't think I could hit it that far.
Whoa.
Tiger Woods, nigga, what? Get the fuck out of here, bro.
That was fucking amazing! Where'd that come from?
Tiger Woods, nigga.
I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm strolling.
Look at this. Okay.
Kitchen. All right, I see you.
Wait, wait. Wait for it. Look at this.
Look at this. What's that? Okay.
I can peek through my kitchen through a triangle.
Okay.
A triangle. All right, wait. Triangle, okay.
I don't get it, but keep going.
All right. And then you have a circle.
A circle. Look at this.
This is a former architect's house.
Are you giving me a geometry lesson?
What's going on with this house, man?
It's nice, right? Oh, okay.
Yeah. I have to show you this.
Yeah. What's this?
A-a drawer.
No, this is a credenza.
A cadenza? A credenza.
Cade-- What? Credenza.
That's right. It's a credenza. Yeah.
When a nigga can't pronounce it, it costs too much.
All right, go ahead. Proceed.
I love this house.
I actually used to play here
when I was a little kid.
True enough. That didn't sound too right.
You played here doing what?
You know, playing doctor
with the young boys.
Oh, okay. Thank you.
All right. Playing doctor, all right.
Playing house.
Cheers. Cheers.
Thanks for having me. It's all good.
I wonder if there's something out there that could fuck me up,
like a wolf or a grizzly bear or some shit like that.
Yeah, there is, actually.
Yeah? Yeah.
There's bears and coyotes and snakes.
I ain't fucking with that. Fisher cats.
What? Fisher cats.
What the fuck is a fisher cat?
Ooh. I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you this,
but there are these wild cats.
They're big, and they're very ugly, and they're very mean.
And they kill other adorable house cats by fisting them,
pulling out their intestines and eating them.
They fist them? What? Yeah, okay.
Let me just give you an example. Like fist in the ass?
Here's a cat, and here's this other cat.
Kk-kk, argh!
The guts. Think about that.
You're welcome.
I don't like cats. Heh, me neither.
Whoa. I know you ain't talking shit
about my statue. Oh, this is a Mercury special?
Yeah, that's my lucky statue. Oh.
This is Mercury. This the god, Mercury.
You never read nothin' about him in books?
Oh, no. I don't read. Oh, you don't read?
Well, this nigga was that nigga
when it came to the Greek niggas, you know?
So my mama named me after that nigga, so...
Hmm. You know.
That's nice. I got the little trap phone,
and you know what I'm saying? Flip phone.
Trap phone. Trap phone.
Yeah, we trap it off of that phone. Get it?
I got you. So we can make our moves,
our plays, you dig? Oh, yeah. Okay. I got you.
I got the tape, you know what I mean?
Nigga was delivering a message, you know what I'm saying?
You feel me? I feel you.
Yeah. Beautiful.
So, what college you say you was thinking about going to?
I really want this one in Louisiana.
Um, there's one in Alabama, Lord help me.
Alabama? Yep.
Hell, no. I know.
I'm gonna go be a hillbilly.
And then something in Florida. You're already a hillbilly.
You gonna be an even bigger hillbilly?
Thanks. Don't judge a book by its cover.
Yeah, so, I mean, we'll see.
Maybe I'll get in. Maybe I fucking won't.
Maybe I'll save that...
Fifty thousand dollars' worth of debt every year,
or whatever the fuck it is.
Did you go to college?
Fuck college. I can rap.
The fuck I need to go to college for?
Yeah, for real, 'cause you're lucky.
You're one of the lucky ones. You got talent.
You love what you do?
Yeah, it's cool.
It got its ups and downs and shit,
but, yeah, I like it.
I like the money. I bet.
What if you couldn't do it anymore,
what would you do?
Couldn't do what anymore, rap?
You know, yeah, make music, perform.
Sell crack. Duh.
No, I wanna, like, help people somehow.
Help people do what? I don't know,
get their shit together.
You know, some counseling.
Like...
I mean, there's so much...
Do you wanna start a rehab or some shit?
Could do.
I mean, it helped me out,
changed my fucking life, so...
We can work together.
I sell crack, you rehabilitate them.
Thank you. This is a million-dollar idea.
What'd you mean, it helped you out?
You been to rehab before? Mm-hm.
For what? Pills.
It's kind of the way it goes around here.
What kind of pills? Xanax, OxyContin?
Mm. Oxy.
Right on the nose, huh?
Yeah.
Okay.
Bravo.
Um, see you.
See you later. Hopefully soon.
Mm-hm.
Okay.
Bye! Bye!
Yo.
PAUL Yo.
Your shit is breaking up. You got bad service.
It's 'cause you're in the middle of nowhere, bro.
You don't see me though?
That's you, man.
This New York show coming up, man.
It's getting more and more crazy by the day.
There's mad hype on this shit.
Everybody's talking about it online
because you tweeted that shit about retiring.
Now everybody thinks it's your comeback show.
Um, I just feel so much momentum
going into that show.
I don't know, man. That's kind of quick. I don't...
I don't know if I'm ready to jump back on-stage yet. Uh...
You come alive on-stage, bro.
What you're searching for up there might be on-stage.
I'm just saying, keep that in mind.
We don't have to talk about it right now,
but just keep it in the back of your mind.
What's happening with the tracks, man?
I'm working on it. I'm working on it, man.
I got some stuff recorded.
For real? Yeah. For real, man.
I just want-- You know me, man.
I'm a perfectionist, so...
I just gotta get it all the way tight.
So when are you gonna send me something?
I was thinking-- I gotta hear something.
I'll send you something by tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow, man.
I'm gonna hold you to that.
♪ Nigga lost, bitch, bitch I ain't never lost ♪
♪ Yeah, wandering But I'm never lost ♪
♪ Nigga, where I'm from Had to push a pack ♪
♪ Just to be a boss Hardcore ♪
♪ 'Cause I got VVS's Up in the cross, unh ♪
♪ Mama wondering What I'm dipping in ♪
♪ Cocaine, her-- ♪
♪ Wandering But I'm never lost ♪
Hm.
"Wandering, but I'm never lost."
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Bitch ♪
♪ Yeah, back to the trap ♪
♪ With a motherfucking pack ♪
♪ These niggas know the lingo ♪
♪ I've been doing numbers With that white bitch ♪
♪ Stacking chips like bingo ♪
♪ My condo in Miami Got at least a hundred bricks ♪
♪ Makin' plays like Marino Unh ♪
♪ I took her to the flame She came with some things ♪
♪ Rick James She's a freak ho ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm every nigga's Street goal ♪
♪ AK when I peep Through the peephole ♪
♪ Money Merc I'm the real-life Tony Montana ♪
♪ Did my motherfucking thing With the kilos ♪
♪ I'm every nigga's Street goal ♪
♪ AK when I peep Through the peephole ♪
♪ Money Merc I'm the real-life Tony Montana ♪
♪ Cockroach I'll erase your amigo, unh ♪
♪ Back in the motherfucking trap With the pack ♪
♪ Yeah, these niggas Know the lingo, unh ♪
♪ I've been doing numbers With the white bitch ♪
♪ Stacking chips like bingo ♪
And... here we are.
All right, yep.
Too cold for this shit, but--
Oh, really?
God, it feels like a warm summer day to me.
That's some bullshit. I left my weed. Fuck.
Damn.
Could've been getting high right here.
I know you used to get high right here.
You feel that?
Feel the energy. Mm.
Can feel the drugs.
Yeah, not all good times,
but I still love this spot.
Yeah, it's cool.
Let's get in.
The fuck? Oh, hell, nah.
You crazy. Let's get in. It'll be quick.
Fuck that. It's not that deep.
Nuh-uh. Nah.
No? Niggas don't do shit like this.
Oh, come on! We just--
Live a little. We just look at the view.
Fuck that. Hell, nah. You got it.
You got it, shawty. I'm about to cuddle up
in this motherfucking blanket.
Is it warm? It's really warm.
For real? Yeah.
It's this weird thing in the fall and in the winter.
All of a sudden, the water gets really hot.
You're bullshitting me. No, no, no. Come down.
Oh, no, no, no. Throw your ass in.
The fuck? Are you okay?
Fuck you, man.
Should have threw your ass in there.
You ain't scared of-- Cold as fuck.
You want to come in the fucking water. What the fuck?
Yo.
This track is quality, dude.
You remember what I've told you, man, many times:
Quality plus vision equals sales, man.
I can see-- You gave me a vision.
Just listening to it, I was, like,
"Yo, I have a vision for how to market this,
for how to get it where it's gotta be."
Yeah, man, that ain't shit.
I do that shit in my motherfucking sleep.
Shit, man, I got a fucking skunk in the fucking house.
Something smelling?
You got a smell going?
Hello?
Hello, you there?
Merc?
I feel like I hear you. Can you hear me?
Rats. Huh.
Kangaroo rat. What the fuck?
A small-tail shrew, mole.
Ah, skunks, 568.
Also, this kind of shit, cutting into the meat is no good, NG.
I didn't really cut into the meat. I'm cutting skin.
Yeah, I know, but see these?
I think that was on your side, honestly.
I'm gonna grab us a couple of beers. I'll be back in a bit.
All right.
Mm-- Oh, shit!
Aah!
Fuck!
Got them beers, man.
The one fucking thing. I was cutting around the spine.
Getting the-- You know?
Trying to slice the spine down and I grabbed the liver,
and this shit just-- I don't know.
The shit started squirting out. There was one thing,
one thing when we did that pig, one thing.
So we can't save the fucking...?
I've been cleaning it up, man.
You can't save the meat at all?
You can save a portion of it.
I'm putting the rest of it in the ground.
That's $2000 worth of fucking meat!
Two thousand fucking dollars, man?
I'll buy you another fucking cow.
I already offered to help you with the fucking farm.
I don't know why you don't fuck with me
and let me partner with you. I don't want no one else's cow.
I don't want your money. I want my beef.
"I want to be a farmer."
No way, it's like me wanting to be a fucking rap star.
No way, man!
You pussy-ass, old, white bitch.
You gonna try to talk shit to me 'cause of a fucking cow?
I told you, I'd get you another one.
Another one? And where are you getting that cow?
And whose the fuck's is it? And what food did it eat?
You just don't fucking get it!
Hey, man, you know what? Fuck you.
You talking all this shit, what I'd never be, what I can't do.
That's the problem with this country.
White fuckers like you always trying to tell a nigga
what he can't do. Fuck you and this farm, Bob.
I'm out this bitch.
Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
Oh, hell, nah!
Bitch!
Fuck!
Hey. Somebody just broke
my motherfucking windshield.
Your windshield? Yeah, man.
Could have been somebody that saw me with you.
An old boyfriend or one of these old motherfuckers.
They gonna get smoked, fucking with my shit.
Could be.
I told you, this town is for the fucking birds.
People are stupid around here. It's a small town.
Maybe somebody got pissed off. Whatever.
That's why I wanna get the fuck out of here.
Why you like it here?
Hmm?
Why you really wanna stay around here?
Good place to hide, huh?
Sorry about your car.
Hey, man.
About five more minutes.
All right, man. All right?
Okay, let me give you this.
Here you go, and--
Oh, uh, wait about 30 minutes
for the cement to, you know, seal itself,
and then you can take it for a ride.
I got you. All right.
Have a good one. You too.
- Come on, blue. - Hey!
Oh!
Do it, blue. Do it, blue.
Oh!
That's okay. Give them one.
I know you was. It's your serve.
Ready? - Sore losers.
Come on, man.
Wait. Oh-- Yeah. Thought for sure that was it.
Yeah! Oh! - Thank you!
Boo! I'm the MVP!
I had the blocked shots.
And motherfuckers stole points, nigga!
Booyaka!
There's an abundance of food, an abundance of alcohol.
There's an abundance of drugs everywhere you go.
And people go, "It's my choice, right? I'm free to do that."
Hey, Merc? What?
What's that motherfucking smell outside, man?
Smell like a motherfucking skunk.
What I'mma do about a skunk?
I've been looking for the motherfucker. I can't find it.
Looking for the motherfucker?
You hear this nigga?
You look for a nigga, you find him.
You can't find a skunk?
Put up an air freshener or something.
Give me some money! Give me some money!
Hey. Hey. Oh, shit. Damn, man.
Here's what your whole theory is dependent on,
that the bear can get behind the bull and eat the bull's ass.
What? No. Nah, they're gonna eat it,
chew on its back, its hind legs. No, no, no.
A bear gonna beat a bull.
- Bull? - A bull is massive, bro.
They're fucking crazy.
When the bull see the bear, he ain't gonna fuck with him.
And that's me. Let's go. You high as fuck.
Fuckin' bull. How the fuck a nigga think a bull--?
A nigga beat a bull up.
You see a nigga beat a fucking bear? Never.
I went looking for the remote and look what the fuck I found.
This nigga still got this shit.
Must got some complex, walking around
with a white man with a little dick.
What you doing at night, this shit? Ee-ee-ee!
Or you be back here...?
Why are you touching my shit? Because what the fuck is this?
You still carrying on with this?
This is crazy. How you still got this?
Why the fuck you touching my shit?
You ain't gotta go like that, get all shit crazy.
Why you going crazy? You go in a motherfucker's crib
and just touch their shit. I just seen it.
I don't believe you still got this shit.
I really don't believe it. You don't need to believe it.
Believe it, I'm in your face, bitch.
Nobody worried about that. Fuck you.
You going crazy here. Fuck you, bald-headed bitch.
Get the fuck out. What are you, hairy?
Come on, bro. This place making you crazy.
What the fuck you doing here? You ain't no mountain dude.
What's wrong with you? - Hey.
Get out of here. This driving you crazy.
You shouldn't have brought that up.
Fuck that shit. Give me my hat.
Fuck you. Fuck you and that little white man.
- Fuck you, nigga. Who, me or the statue?
You too! The statue and you!
Fuck y'all. - Fuck you, bitch.
What?
My man...
This is great and all, like, yo, tonight was... Was fun.
Ahem, but...
I'm like...
You tripping. You had too much to drink.
No, hear me out. Hear me out.
You don't gotta worry about me. I did--
Hey, I'm not gonna lie, man.
I'm coming out of my face right now. On the real, though...
You're the star, right? You're the main attraction.
You're the creative genius, right?
I give you that respect, you know what I'm saying?
But, yo, I'm a facilitator, right?
That's what you pay me to do, dude.
And I'm just trying to say, bro, like...
We did-- We built this. We did this together.
You can't say my contributions mean nothing.
Yeah, and you can't tell me when I had enough.
Calm the fuck down, dawg.
My dude.
Damn, my nigga, get your head out the clouds for a second.
Ten years from now, you had enough,
you're gonna come out with some new manager,
some new career,
on some retro "Yo, I'm back" shit.
That's what I'm worried about, bro.
I lose you now, you quit the game now,
a decade, you need some cash,
you're back out with some other motherfucker.
I put too much work in, bro.
Man, I'm Money Merc. I am money, nigga. I'm good.
Let's get the show done, dude. New York. Come on.
That's that shit. Why you sound so thirsty, man?
'Cause I am, bro. I mean, look, man.
You know I got five kids, dude. Come on.
You know what that is.
New York City.
That's when everybody can come out.
The world can see you. Let the world know.
New York City? It's the one gig, bro.
Come out, blast that shit.
Rock that shit. You know what I'm saying?
New York City? Make people feel that shit.
New York City? Yo, New York City.
New York City? New York City, right?
Yeah. New York City.
Well, that's exciting. Yeah.
Bet you're happy to be back on-stage.
Definitely happy to get back on-stage.
Can't wait. I'm gonna get my mojo back.
Give the people what they want.
Yeah.
I just want that feeling back, you know?
Once I get up there, I'll feel it again, you know?
You should come with me.
This weekend, New York.
Go to the show, shop, all of that.
You know what I mean?
You and me in New York City, huh?
New York City.
Yeah? That's nice. Um...
I got into grad school. Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Oh, shit, congrats.
Thanks. That's what's up.
I'm going to Louisiana.
Yeah?
Um, ahem. Louisiana?
Mm-hm.
I got a friend there who's got a restaurant.
She's gonna hook me up with a job and an apartment,
and I'm gonna go next week.
You're gonna leave here to work at a restaurant
in dusty-ass Louisiana?
Yeah, make some money before I start school.
You'll just be in debt with grad school.
You said you didn't wanna do this shit.
And fuck Louisiana. That shit dirty.
Every time I tour and go to New Orleans or Baton Rouge,
I hate that shit. The food overrated.
Shit make my fucking stomach hurt.
Shit. We're just going to New York for the weekend.
It's pretty simple.