"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
... Only once the drugs are done? ..That I feel like dying. I feel like dying ...
I am sittin' on the clouds.
I got smoke coming from my seat.
I can play basketball with the moon.
I got the whole world at my feet.
Playin’ touch football on Marijuana Street.
Or in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats.
Get high, so high that I feel like lying..
Down in a cigar, roll me up & smoke me, 'cuz..
I feel like dying..
Only once the drugs are done.
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying.
Swimming laps around a bottle of Louie The 13th.
Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of Codine.
I’m at the top of the top but still I climb..
I can mingle with the stars. And throw a party on Mars.
I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars..
-Lil' Wayne
Gimme' my drug! Show ya my thug luv!
Skiddalz, Skiddalz, Skiddalz.. Stupid dumb bitch. You're worth Shittalz. You're not EVEN worth these riddlez.. You're a disgrace.
But, don't worry, I'm here to put you back in ya place.
This is like takin' candy from a baby.. Yes? No? Maybe.. You don't wanna see me get shady.. You're fat and lazy. Thinkin' you're crazy? No. You're a manic depressive faggot with Grand Illusionz
Pop! Take that, with all your delusionz..
This battle? You're losin'. Prancin' in here, with ya dick tuck'd, and thinkin' you're choosin'? The fuck you smokin' on? It's got you cruisin'. Like a retard on the short bus. Get slapped like Susan..
G'z up! Hoez down.. Can't swim? You bound to drown..
Like Yung Joc, it's goin' down.. This cunt thinks she can bring somethin'? Dumb bitch, squaking about nothin'.
Pop! Pop! You go DROP.
Nothin' new. You can't stop.. suckin' dick for crack. Huh, slut? Old times, you say? Lookin' like a mutt.. Suckin' up all that nut.. Got you jaded. Flip of the wrist? And you're faded.
You don't wanna fuck with me..
And I gotz no time for a crackwhore. One who likes their shit pushed in, from the backdoor.. But, atleast you tried. My bottom dolla, says you run & hide..
Say what I want. Do what I want.
Go on, step up, and get stomp'd out.. Reality Check straight to ya mouth.. Hold up, step back, don't push.. Real quick, let me hit this KusH..
Real quick like..
Like Dre, I flip my tongue, like a dike, on this mic.. Don't be a stupid bitch, just g-g-get it right.. Whassup? Did I just s-st-st-stutter? Stomp the shit out of you, with a Tiger Woods putter..
You can't see me. And you can't be me.
Straight gangsta in muh tall white tee.. Fitted A-hat cocked to tha side, like a A-Town G.. And about 30k 'round my neeeeeck.. Used to robbin' niggas with an AK. or Tech..
Now, I'm robbin' with that R. Check..
Oh, shit! ..You didn't know?
I'm comin' wit' it, just fuckin' Sik-Wit-It.. Goddamn, I can't stop cussin', when I stick muh dick in it..
Let me sin it, with my dick all in ya belly, bitch.. Call me JaeVeli, Rich..
Oh, that's tight. I hit it just right..
What's new?
I rep' C-r-i-p BLUE.. Stay true.. And say hello to tha Bad Guy. That's not you.. It's real, and I'ma let you know, too.. Corny? ..Maybe, but, fuck it, I'm still horny..
For that SiW gold, ..that muthafuckin' gangsta chokehold..
Shall I stop, or keep spittin'? You know it's hot. Stop bullshittin'.. You're all on my dick. But, off my balls, when I flick.. Bitch. Who's next? That's my pick..
'Cause I got it like that. Always fight right back..
And if you bitches wanna clown?! I got some big ass gunz. That go 'round.. Mr. Brawl, the Greatest One, that's me now, get on the fuckin' ground. It's a highway robbery, get the FUCK down.. My time NOW..
Hint of eye contact? And it's a 1-8-7 whack..
And you can believe that, I keepz it black.. I know you can't fuckin' stand it.. Listen to me, watch me land this.. Drivin' you CRAZY. No, nigga! It ain't all gravy..
I'ma make you coward, envy muthafuckers.. suffer..
The entire time you discriminate..
I'ma perpetrate..
So wrap ya lips around my dick, and hate..
-JaeVeli
|| August 11th, 2007, 9:34pm. Sik-Wit-it Studios, Atlanta, Georgia. ||
[Scene fades inside the Atlanta-based, Sik-Wit-It Studios, 'Control Room'. The camera pans around the room, showing flashing strobe lights, that are being the only source of light, as the camera views around, showing about eight people inside the control room. A couple of white girls, a latin girl, and four guys, two black, one white, one latin. 'Phatt Bass' the techno theme from the Blade 2 soundtrack is heard loudly through the studios speakers. JaeVeli is seen sitting in one of the three computer chairs, in front of the Digital Audio board, of the control room. He's got a half-empty bottle of water next to him, with a cigarette burning away, in his left hand. He's constantly bouncing his head with the beat of the music, and tweaking buttons on the audio board. He looks very much under the influence of a 'controlled substance', as does everyone else in the room..]
Random Voice: I'm blooooowin' up..
[Jae glances over to whomever said that, and started laughing. As he takes a long pull from his cigarette, and exhales super slow, though his nose.]
JaeVeli: Ugh.. The best cigarette, I've ever had..
[Jae said, as he takes another pull from his cigarette, and exhaling the same way. When the one white guy speaks out..]
White Guy: Man.. I love you, guys. You guys are the best. Yeaaah..
[Jae glances over again, raising one eyebrow..]
White Guy: ..I love this chair. It's so soft. I love this music. It's so euphoric. And these strobe lights? Totally wicked, man..
[The white guy said, with a big grin on his face. The girls giggle at him, as the guys laugh at him.]
JaeVeli: ..Wow. No more for him..
White Girl: *Laughs* It's his first time..
JaeVeli: I can tell.. And I got a playlist set up, so let's go into the recording room. It has more space..
[Jae hops up, full of energy, and heads the group to the recording room. They walk in, where one microphone hangs from the ceiling, in the center of the room, with two black leather couches against the wall. The camera pans around, showing a few lava lamps, Bob Marley posters, and Tupac Shakur posters up on the walls. As they all get comfortable, and chit-chat back and fourth, with each other, Jae's cellphone starts to ring..]
JaeVeli: ..Shit. I'll be right back.
[Jae walks back into the control room, and cuts the music off being played in there. He sits down, and answers his phone..]
JaeVeli: Hey baby..
[He puts the cell on speaker-phone mode, as he still holds it in his hands, awaiting a responce..]
Alizé: ... Hi, baby.. Whatcha' doin'?
[He hesitates before answering..]
JaeVeli: ... Um, just chillin'. What, what are you doin'?
[She doesn't respond at first, as Jae starts to show some worry..]
Alizé: ..Um, I'm about to board my flight. Are you okay?
JaeVeli: ... Yeah ... I'm fine.
Alizé: ..Right. So what's really wrong?
JaeVeli: ..Nothing, baby. I just smoked a blunt. What's wrong with you?
Alizé: I know how you act, when you're smokin' that shit. And that's not how you're actin', right now..
[Jae hesitates again, as he is completely under the influence, he's trying to get ahold himself, and act normal. When he answers..]
JaeVeli: What are you talkin' about? You can't even see me. How you gon' know how I'm actin?
Alizé: Whatever, Jae. I know you, very well. Stop lying to me. And where's my brother?
JaeVeli: ..Lying? Pssh.. There's nothing wrong with me, I'm not lyin'. And your brother's in the other room, chillin'..
Alizé: Chillin'? Huh? Why do I feel like you're not telling me something?
JaeVeli: Ya trippin'..
Alizé: No. You're trippin'.. on something. Are you 'rolling'?
[Tongue-tied is Jae. As he scrambles for an answer..]
Alizé: Hello?! Jae!?
JaeVeli: ..What!? What? ..I'm right here.
Alizé: Oh, that's it. I know you are! ..I can't believe you! What are you thinking?!
JaeVeli: Calm down, baby. Everything is okay..
Alizé: Now, I know you are. You can't even deny it. Can you?
[He rubs his face, looking for an answer..]
Alizé: Grr.. I'm so pissed, right now. I'm through. Through with everything..
JaeVeli: The fuck are trippin' for? Goddamn..
Alizé: Fuck you!
[And then there was silence..]
JaeVeli: ..Hello? Baby? ..Ali!? *Pause* ..Fuck!
[Jae slings his phone onto the table next to him, and sighs..]
JaeVeli: ..Shit.
[He reaches for a cigarette and his lighter. And sparks it up, throwing the lighter on the table, and inhaling slowly. As he exhales, he speaks..]
JaeVeli: ..Anyway. She'll get over it.. She'll have too..
[A few moments pass, as Jae contemplates and smokes on his cigarette, to relax. Suddenly, he begins to speak..]
JaeVeli: Darksyde? Who is this guy? I beat the living shit out of him, one week. Then I gotta do it all over again? And this time, he's got his fat ass momma with him?
Good..
There isn't a day that goes by, when you bitch slap Titan, and not enjoy every moment. Huh? Titan?
But, let's jump back for a second, fellaz.. And take a look at something..
Have you ever beat me, Darksyde? No. How 'bout Titan? No.
Have I beaten Darksyde? Yes, I stomp'd the shit out of him. What about Titan? Pssh.. Long time ago. Been there, done that. Beat you..
You boys got no fucking chance. No chance in heaven. You know it, the entire SiW, knows it..
And Darksyde thinks he's the NEW Champ?
[Jae laughs out loud, as he takes a drag from his cigarette..]
JaeVeli: Fuckin' loser. Talkin' about I haven't done something in two weeks, or something? I can barely understand you. So I'ma assume you mean, I haven't faced 'shit', in two weeks?
I guess, I beat you so bad last week, you don't even remember?
Or do you just enjoy calling yourself, 'shit'?
Hey. Atleast you're honest with yourself. I gotta respect that. And only that..
"You're World Title"? Psshh.. Stupid. Just stupid..
The only POSSIBLE way you're holding MY title? Is when slap you upside your ugly grill with it. Chump. You and Tiny. Couple of hatin' bitches. Mad at the world, 'cause you got a dick the size of my big toe. Keep hatin'. Show that envy..
And the day you kick my ass? Pssh.. Is the day when Liana gets her 'World Title' shot. So, don't count on it, BOY.
But, Brawl should be fun. Not only do I get to wipe both your asses with the canvas, railing, concrete, and steel steps.. Brawl will be the mark of something special..
And trust me, when I say, it has nothing to do with you, Dark. You're just around to get your ass handed to you, on a silver platter..
Get it?
So, tell ya fat ass momma, Ms. McColl, he'd better bring a few tricks, with him. 'Cause Jae's got somethin' planned.. Plotted and set in stone. Boy.
You're the pawn. I'm the BIG dawg. You will get ran the fuck over..
Realty Check.. Served..
[Jae takes another drag from his cigarette, as the scene fades..]
