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The Original Half Ass King
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IP:
Instant Fame
~ Introduction ~
There he dwells everyday, with his headphones and pencil
Perfecting every line, making the next one more suspenseful
Picked on for lacking wealth, ripped shirt and dirty jeans
After school he rhymes inside a place for homeless teens
Small shows - he never battled, or hated through his teeth
Then one day a gang came in, and started up some beef
~ Conflict ~
They kicked him till he bled, then he fell and hit the ground
Same evening on the news, some kids burnt the shelter down
He got himself together, inside his jeans he found a note
"Battle us at the Rap Convention" ...is what they wrote
Rappers go from all around, through the record labels eyes
If you win they have to sign you, with a $100,000 prize
Next day he sat and wrote, more intensely than you'd know
Got kids from the shelter, to volunteer within the show
~ Resolution ~
3 weeks later...
"Up next we got some kid we've never heard of, have you?
Anyways, hes taking on the leader of another hometown crew"
His hands were ice on stage, yet sweat ran down his cheek
As he saw the gang pull up, his legs became so very weak
Their crew took too long, was their leader ever pissed, man
Homeless Shelter kids wouldnt let them in..."no wristbands"
"Gimmie a beat", he proceeded to spit and hit the gang dissin
Crowd threw their hands up, while their crew could only listen
He wrote the perfect verse, they cheered when he was done
Then the record labels gave him a cheque because he won
~ Conclusion ~
years later...
The gang now watches TV, from deep inside of a prison
From a generous donation, they see a new shelters risen
The boy that used to rhyme, now a man teaching young voices
About how to rhyme in rap, and in life to make smart choices
Still wears dirty clothes, even though hes finally fully grown
"Cared more about others, than Instant Fame of his own" |