Setting: (A bus stop in the city, Washington, D.C.) Two young guys dressed in urban gear are waiting for the metrobus. They acknowledge each other and strike up a conversation.

November 12th, 2004
7:45 p.m.





Rapper 1: Sup son, I see you sittin' here..I'm gy wishin' it was a different year/ My kid's a year old now and I'm still missin' it/ His first sentences..but his moms is still dishin' shit...


Rapper 2: Word I feel u, but listen kid..I'm in a similar situation/ sittin' back trippin over shit and misinformation/ this kin folk of mine keep bitchin' about 9-to-5's/ but in this mind of mine, 9-to-5's be hard to find...

Rapper 1: Yea I know, so I do shows to pay for clothes and take care of hoes/ those who know me know I'm bold with the flow...

Rapper 2: Yo, dats wassup son..I spit da real shit too/ In fact, I got this nigga I'm battlin' tonight at Club Neals in two/ Hours, some herb think he king shit but don't mean shit/ Cuz after I clean sweep, this "king" goin' home on the queen tip...

Rapper 1: Aiyo, daz funny son..you won't believe what I'm about to say/ I'm goin to the same club tonight..ain't no fuckin' way/ I been preparin all week for this Semi-final spot/ And if I beat this cat, I'm leavin' hottest emcee on the block...

Rapper 2: Hol up son, what's your rap name...

Rapper 1: "Gat flames"...

Rapper 2: Get back mayne..no shit, I'm battlin' you tonight...

Rapper 1: What's you're name?...

Rapper 2: I'm Big D but on stage I'm called Hyper Flight...

Rapper 1: Fight or flight..I ain't backin down kid, I heard all your bull/ You said if "rap was a wagon, I still couldn't pull"...

Rapper 2: Haha, true yo..but it's all in fun and games/ They might call you "gat", but you goin' down in flames...

Rapper 1: We'll see about that, I got a better record than you...

Rapper 2: Yea, but who's hot right now..grab me I burn str8 though...

TO BE CONTINUED...