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[ Roleplay Number: 54] [ 2007 W/L/D Record: 25 - 5 - 0] [ People Used: The Cartel]
[ People Mentioned: Titan, Darksyde ]




-JaeVeli's intro video & music-



"Great spirits have always encountered opposition from mediocre minds.
The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man
who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices
and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly."

-Albert Einstein




... Whatcha' know 'bout C-a-r-t-e-l? Camp muthafuckin' Cartel. Hater say what, when YOU bail? ...

That Patron got me swervin'..
That Henn got me swervin'..
That Goose got me swervin'..
Smokin' all this Dro', got me curvin'..

Hate my rapz, hate my hookz..
But see if YOU don't get took..
Bouncing on these haterz, when I shook..

Okay? This is me, this is Jae, all damn day..

In my way, thoughts of death, I just wanna get away..
Take some XTC, and forget about the day..
Pssh, judge not? And you shall be judged first..
Goddamn, I just gotta FEED the thirst..

What is it about the dark? That makes me spark?

Feel like I'm burnin' in hell..
Trapped in my own cell..
Do I deserve to be?
Got niggaz I don't even know, they wanna murda me..
Just 'cause they fuckin' heard of me..

I put my heart in this, it's all I can be..

Playin' around in the dirt? You'll get mud..
You know me by now, I'll SHED blood..
And if you never met me? Then you have NO right to judge me..
I've got a kind heart, but this heart can get ugly..

I could be gone anyday. So, if I don't stay high, stay FLY.. I'ma die.. anyway..

Fuck it, I won't keep in silence..
Grew up around ghetto violence..
So when I swing, it's violence..
Sold my soul to Satan, and the prize was cheap..
And it's cold up here, 'cause it's twice as deep..

Sometimes it's better to be thought dumb. Get it? ... I'm not weak..

Locked in a cell, askin' the devil, for the key..
It CAN'T be worse than the curse given to me..
Like it or not.. I'ma artist..
Til' tha end.. I'ma HIT the hardest..

Remix..

You bitches wanna see me taste my own medicine..
Bring it. And don't forget to let it sin..
I'ma MAKE you suffer.. Click, click, BOOM!
Straight to hell, muthafucker.. Sick, sick, DOOM..

Give me slugs, for my guns. Give me hood, for my rats. Give me wood, for my bats..

And leave me where the fuck I'm at..
Niggaz around me, makin' bad mistakes..
Bad decisions, what does it take?

To get through to you?

This trifling bitch is a SNAKE..
Leave her tied to a center-block, bottom of a LAKE..
M-O-B! M.oney O.ver B.itches.. Can't you see?
Now, it's fuck Heaven Lee..?

Just like that? But you still MY G..

Thinkin' wit' ya damn dick..
One day, this bitch will make ya sick..
Been there, done that.. Fuck that!
Fat back, get near me, get slapped back..

Bet that..

Back-stabbin' ... Shove a barrel in ya mouth, watchin' you gaggin'..
Jumping on this goddamn band-wagon..
You ain't slick. I'm taggin' you slimy..
But bet! I know how to get GRIMY..

I dare you to fuck with me, lil' gurl..

This is my world. My playground, now..
You're just a visitor. Whatcha' say? How?
Ten months, and I've carried every gold strap? Wow..
In my rookie season, so FUCK your 'reason'.

Straight G.. You don't wanna fuck wit' me..

Boo-Yah! I caught you payin' attention..
Now, you're dying for my suspension..
Revenge on them back-stabbin' cowards..
Spit on 'em, watch 'em get towered..

Now, it's on. And it's on, 'cause I said so..

What? Who? Don't be a dead hoe..
Simply put! YOU made this bed, hoe..
Now LIE in it.. And watch me win it..
I told you, you're just a tenant..

This is my building. My block..

Watch ya back, don't get ROCK'D..
Chyea, I get it by the flock..
When I take you out, it's only tick-tock..
Stupid bitch, get off my big cock..

*Starts crip walking*

-JaeVeli



|| August 3rd, 2007, 3:23pm. Sik-Wit-it Studios, Atlanta, Georgia. ||

[Scene fades inside the control room, of the Sik-Wit-It Studios. JaeVeli is seen sitting next to the Audio control panel, as he sparks a blunt, sitting in a black computer chair. The camera gets closer to Jae, as he inhales the blunt smoke. The camera gets a little bit closer, he begins to stare into the camera, from the corner of his eye. A slight smirk emerges, when the camera pans out. A voice is heard coming from the other side of them room. When a door is heard closing..]

Voice: What up, niggaaaa..?

[Jae looks over in that direction, as does the camera. Showing a young black male, in some black 'And 1' basketball shorts, a white 'wife-beater', with Adidas sandals on his feet, with white socks. The young man has an all-white fitted Atlanta Brave hat, cocked sideways on his head, and a white-gold chain around his neck. He and Jae exchanges daps..]

JaeVeli: The infamous, DJ Unk, in living-color.. What it do, nigga?

[DJ Unk, well known ATL rap star/DJ, takes a seat in another black computer chair, across from Jae.]

DJ Unk: You gon' pass that shit?

JaeVeli: What? ..This?

[Jae takes a drag from the blunt, that's been burning the entire time. As he keeps the smoke inside his lungs, he says..]

JaeVeli: I don't think you can handle this gonja, this KusH, pimpin'..

DJ Unk: Puff, puff, pass.. Muthafucka..

[Jae cracks a smirk, as he passes it to him.]

DJ Unk: So, what's up? ..Why you got me outta bed this early?

JaeVeli: It's 3:30 in the afternoon. Gimme' my blunt back. I knew you couldn't handle it..

DJ Unk: Bitch please. I was at 662, til' five in the mornin'.

JaeVeli: Chyea.. Chasin' them fat girls, wear a nigga out, huh?

DJ Unk: Nigga, don't hate. 'Cause you gotz a female keepin' you in check. All I gotta do, is walk in the room. Fine bitches come in a flock, son.

JaeVeli: Yeah? ..Why don't you come off that blunt, Cheif Bogart. Puff, puff, pass..

[Unk laughs as he takes a drag from the blunt and passes it back to Jae. He snatches it from him..]

DJ Unk: I heard about what happen to CasH. That shit's fucked up. ..Po-Po say anything yet, about who, or why?

JaeVeli: Po-Po? The fuck do they know? They wouldn't know their ass from a random hole in the ground. But no, I don't know who. But I got an idea about 'why'. It'll all surface eventually. Somebody will talk. And somebody will pay. Ya heard me?

[As Jae said that, he took aother drag from the blunt, and passed it back to DJ Unk.]

DJ Unk: Mos' def'..

[DJ Unk said, as he also hits the blunt.]

JaeVeli: But on tha real, Unk.. I'm workin' on a cd. And I need you on some tracks. I need some DJ Unk beatz, that club shit. And you know my bank roll's got alot of zero's..

DJ Unk: You know I'm good for it. But, why didn't you go to Big Oomp..?

JaeVeli: I don't need some fake ass Suge Knight. I need the talent. And that's you, son..

DJ Unk: I'm only askin' 'bout Oomp.. 'cause he's gon' want his cut. That legal shit, you know..

JaeVeli: Yeah, yeah.. I'll just give you the stack. Let ya'll work it out.. Not muh business..

DJ Unk: Aiight.. let's do tha damn thang, then.. Mr. Heavyweight Champion..

JaeVeli: Mr. When You Gon' Pass That Blunt? ..I know you're DJ Unk and all. But damn that. And pass that..

DJ Unk: Aye.. nigga, you need me, I don't need you..

[Unk said, as hit the blunt.]

JaeVeli: Damn! Gettin' debo'd by a skinny, high-yellow nigga, from the Eastside..

DJ Unk: And you know this, maaan.. 4th Ward, holla..

JaeVeli: Pssh.. Let me hear ya say that in Zone 3..

DJ Unk: Fuck Zone 3..

JaeVeli: What?!

DJ Unk: *Laughs* Nahh.. I'm bullshittin'..

JaeVeli: Yeah.. You know whassup.. Now, pass that shit.

[DJ Unk hits it one last time, and passes it back to Jae. As he snatches it from him again, Unk starts to cough, without any control..]

JaeVeli: Look at you. Nigga, don't die in my studio..

DJ Unk: *Cough* Fuck you..

JaeVeli: Fuck you. Ya better, crawl before ya walk.. This that Big Boi KusH. One-hitta, fuckin' quitta..

DJ Unk: Chyea, anyway.. Let me throw a beat together, real quick. I wanna hear you freestyle, right after smokin' some 'Big Boi KusH'..

JaeVeli: Shit, let's do it. I'm ready. I'll freestyle about my opponent next week..

DJ Unk: Bet.. Whatcha' got over here? ..What do we got to work with?

JaeVeli: Brand new 07' Audio Control Panel. Everything's brand new. Work ya magic..

DJ Unk: Bet..

[DJ Unk slides his computer chair up next to Audio Control Panel, as JaeVeli walks into the recording room. Jae steps up to the mic, puts the headphones over his ears, as he throws his cigarettes and cellphone on the small podium, under the hanging microphone. He gets closer to the mic, to speak..]

JaeVeli: Can you hear me?

DJ Unk: Yeah.. Give me a sec, let me set my shit up, real quick..

JaeVeli: Iight..

[Jae grabs a cigarette from his pack of Newports, and sparks it up. While awaiting for DJ Unk to get ready. He takes a drag from his just lit cigarette, and exhales through his nose, as he said..]

Jaeveli: Give me somethin' upbeat, but start it slow, work it up..

DJ Unk: I got ya..

JaeVeli: Chyea..

[A few moments pass, as DJ Unk gets comfortable with the audio control panel.]

DK Unk: Okay.. I got it. Whenever ya ready.

JaeVeli: Let me get a sample of the beat, first.. *Pause* Okay, okay.. That shit's hot. Turn me up in the headphones, I can't hear myself. *Pause* Right there, right there. Hold it there..

DJ Unk: Aight.. Drop it..

[Jae puts his cigarette down, in the ashtray on the podium, as he begins..]

JaeVeli: Ugh.. ugh.. Get crunk, get crunk..
Talk dat' shit, laid out, wrapped up, in muh trunk..
Get crunk, get crunk..
My nigga, get drunk, get drunk..

Smoke dat' blunt, smoke dat' blunt..
Paid tha cost.. To be tha boss..
Name's JaeVeli.. And I'm all in ya fuckin' belly..
J-a-e-V-e-l-i.. Fuck you, watch me still get high..

I'm crip walkin', as I drop this freestyle..
Just talkin', steppin' that extra mile..
Westside hoe. ATL, Zone 3.. That be me..
Ridin' on big wheelz, G. 22's, 24's, nothin' less..

The best, fuck the rest..

Titan? Darksyde? ..God Bless.
Damn near a year, now..
Titan's been throwin' loser's at me..
Tryin' to take me down. He can't see..

Anythang he's threw, I went straight THROUGH..
And he knows it. Now, he's got Darksyde blowin' it..
Just anotha' chump, that's gon' go through it..

Takin' shits in a limo?
And I'm still talkin' shit, on this DEMO..
What, bitch? ..Get off my dick.
Take a shit where you please, JaeVeli's still got you on yo knees..

Henchman for hire?

Nigga, please. Just retire..
This big nigga's on fire..
Give up Titan.. I'll NEVER stop fightin', until I retire..
You know, your whack ass henchman's, about to get a lynch man..

Like Jeezy, I LUV it.. So, fuck it..

Darksyde, walk that aisle, down that ramp..
Beat the breaks off you, makin' you my tramp..
Yes, my TRAMP, Darksyde..
I got these gunz on my side..

So, bitch.. Run & Hide..

It's Reality Checks, and gettin' HIGH..

R.I.P. Darius Jones, a.k.a. YoungCash.. And I dash..

[JaeVeli grabs his cigarette from the ashtray, as the scene fades black.]


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