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said.
“Well, my girl picked out most of this stuff, even though she wasn’t stayin with me yet.” I told him. My crib wasn’t too bad for a one bedroom. “I just got this seventy-two inch flat screen last month. That shit cost a mafucka too, that’s why I been trying to put in a lot of overtime at work. Yo Mike you want something to eat or drink?” I asked him. “Na I’m aight.” He said as he got up and walked over to my stereo system and turned it on. Nas’s “One Mic” started playing. “Yo Kore, we probably woulda blown them niggas out in that game today if we would’ve gotten there sooner.” Mike said as he grooved on. “True, but I’m just glad we finally beat ‘em, we been tryina beat them niggas for the longest. On the real, if you wasn’t playin we probably would’ve lost to them niggaz again.” I confessed.
“Yo, I hate losin at anything. Yo, you still writin rhymes Kore?” He asked. “Yeah sometimes, it’s more like a hobby now though. My cousin Jay be tryin to get me to enter rap contests. He always be goin to parties and hangin’ out with rappers and singers and what not.” I said. “Yo Kore, you been writin’ rhymes since before high school. Why you never tried to go into the industry?” He asked. “I thought about it, but I don’t think niggas’ll buy my shit, and plus it’s already about a million mafuckas rappin now anyway. I thought about it though, shit sometimes I even dream about it.” I told him. “Then why don’t you go for it then. It couldn’t hurt to try. You never know, you might blow up and be a big time star.” He said. “Yo Kore let me hear some of your rhymes.” Mike asked.
“You for real?” I asked. “Hell yeah I’m for real, let me check you out, I’ll let you know if your shit is tight or not.” He said. “Iight hold up, I’ll be right back.” I told him, then went into the bedroom to get some of my rhymes that I had in my closet. I grabbed some of my latest writings then headed back into the living room. “You mean to tell me that all those are raps?” Mike asked. “Yeah well, most of these are kinda old but I always hold on to them. I like to kick ‘em sometimes. It’s been a while since I kicked any of these though. I be workin a lot so I don’t be writing like I used to, and now that me and my girl live together I hardly ever have time to write anymore.” I said as I shuffled through the papers. “Ahh here it tis, yo this CD right here, ain’t got nothing but hardass instrumentals beats on it.” I said as I put the CD into my stereo system and hit play. The music spilled out while I got prepared to recite my rhymes to Mike. “Iight yo, now don’t laugh if I fuck up. I ain’t have time to memorize any of these yet, so I gotta read them off of these for now.” I said. “Never mind that, however or whatever you gotta read it from my nigga, go head spit that shit.” Mike said excitedly. I listened closely to the beat, trying to catch the right repetition. Ok, here it comes:
“Check it, yo gimme some water so I can wet up my lips I’m gettin ready for warfare now watch how niggas get dissed, in this War of Da Words shit I make minds split one on one, or you can go and get cha click ICU snake niggas runnin round frontin yall spineless and mindless, and crazy ass fuck for tryin’ this I find it funny how you niggas say your word is bond
“Well, my girl picked out most of this stuff, even though she wasn’t stayin with me yet.” I told him. My crib wasn’t too bad for a one bedroom. “I just got this seventy-two inch flat screen last month. That shit cost a mafucka too, that’s why I been trying to put in a lot of overtime at work. Yo Mike you want something to eat or drink?” I asked him. “Na I’m aight.” He said as he got up and walked over to my stereo system and turned it on. Nas’s “One Mic” started playing. “Yo Kore, we probably woulda blown them niggas out in that game today if we would’ve gotten there sooner.” Mike said as he grooved on. “True, but I’m just glad we finally beat ‘em, we been tryina beat them niggas for the longest. On the real, if you wasn’t playin we probably would’ve lost to them niggaz again.” I confessed.
“Yo, I hate losin at anything. Yo, you still writin rhymes Kore?” He asked. “Yeah sometimes, it’s more like a hobby now though. My cousin Jay be tryin to get me to enter rap contests. He always be goin to parties and hangin’ out with rappers and singers and what not.” I said. “Yo Kore, you been writin’ rhymes since before high school. Why you never tried to go into the industry?” He asked. “I thought about it, but I don’t think niggas’ll buy my shit, and plus it’s already about a million mafuckas rappin now anyway. I thought about it though, shit sometimes I even dream about it.” I told him. “Then why don’t you go for it then. It couldn’t hurt to try. You never know, you might blow up and be a big time star.” He said. “Yo Kore let me hear some of your rhymes.” Mike asked.
“You for real?” I asked. “Hell yeah I’m for real, let me check you out, I’ll let you know if your shit is tight or not.” He said. “Iight hold up, I’ll be right back.” I told him, then went into the bedroom to get some of my rhymes that I had in my closet. I grabbed some of my latest writings then headed back into the living room. “You mean to tell me that all those are raps?” Mike asked. “Yeah well, most of these are kinda old but I always hold on to them. I like to kick ‘em sometimes. It’s been a while since I kicked any of these though. I be workin a lot so I don’t be writing like I used to, and now that me and my girl live together I hardly ever have time to write anymore.” I said as I shuffled through the papers. “Ahh here it tis, yo this CD right here, ain’t got nothing but hardass instrumentals beats on it.” I said as I put the CD into my stereo system and hit play. The music spilled out while I got prepared to recite my rhymes to Mike. “Iight yo, now don’t laugh if I fuck up. I ain’t have time to memorize any of these yet, so I gotta read them off of these for now.” I said. “Never mind that, however or whatever you gotta read it from my nigga, go head spit that shit.” Mike said excitedly. I listened closely to the beat, trying to catch the right repetition. Ok, here it comes:
“Check it, yo gimme some water so I can wet up my lips I’m gettin ready for warfare now watch how niggas get dissed, in this War of Da Words shit I make minds split one on one, or you can go and get cha click ICU snake niggas runnin round frontin yall spineless and mindless, and crazy ass fuck for tryin’ this I find it funny how you niggas say your word is bond
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