Disclaimer- I do nt own Yu-Gi-Oh, or Nas.
A.N.- Joey's point of view during the times when he was in a gang with Tristain and a buncha others. Anyways, I chose this because is is the ablsolute BEST rap song ever written.
One time.. yeah.. yeah..
Joey laid down thought back a few years ago. When his life was a living hell in itself. He was sitting behind a dumpster, clutching his stomach wound. Cold rain fell onto him and his jacket was soaked through. Fear swept through him as he clutched the trigger of his pistol, which was empty. Death was all around him, only few were left. He knew this, his gang leader's body was laying near the storm drain, bleeding his guts out.
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit!
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!
The worst of it was over, the rival gang had left and the rest of his gang had fled too, leaving him alone. Waiting for the police to come and pick him up, take him away. He looked down at the ground, everything was going wrong, he wanted his own house, away from his abusive father. A girlfriend to be there for him through the hard times. A gun to end it all with whenever things went wrong.
He knew it, tomorrow his face would be on the front page of a newspaper. He had killed seven or eight, why wouldn't he. He grabbed the bottle of alcahol and thought about what would happen if he decided to run. Thompson, Zack, Ceazer, everyone. Everyone would pay for the pain.
He stood up and saw the figure of one of his friends in the dumpster, slashed so much that he could barely be identified. He couldn't help but think of his kid brother. He had known that they were in a gang, he wanted to be part of it too. For what, to end up dead like this?
Sirens, red and blue flashing white. They were here, to bring Joey to his fate. But no, no questions asked when they saw the gun, they fired as he dived to the ground. Would he die now, is this his fate? No. Hell no, he wasn't going out like this. He picked up a stray gun and stood, running behind a concrete bench. He watched as a homeless man fell to the ground, bleeding. Beer mixed with blood and terror mixed with the will to live.
Bullets went past his head an ricocheted off the bench. He stood up and blindly shot back, hitting someone. Bullets passed through his arm and leg. He cursed out loud, and thought of his gang. They left people lying there either dead or on the brink of it. Doctors would eventually make futile attempts to revive them, but to no avail. Everyone thought that with their guns in their hands, they were ready to die. How wrong they were.
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah
If he lived through this, he would tell the horrors of this life. One mic was all he needed to tell the world, and most of all, his friend's kid brother.
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!!
He'd write about it, speak about it, think about it. He'd change his ways forever. He'd pray to God to forgive him for all these sins. Murder, drugs, everything. His father hated him, that's what drove him to this. Everyone hated him. Who needed them anyways? Forget them, he didn't need those assholes.
He thought back to the brawl that went on just a few minutes ago. He held his two guns. The thought, 33 bullets left. Divided almost evenly, sixteen in the left, seventeen in the right. All of them hit someone, twenty seven to the gang, six to the leader. They were mostly dead.
He knew their funerals would be ambushed by his gang. Innocents would be killed. Mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, grandparents... children, holy men, everyone. They'd roll up in their cars, sitck their guns out the window, fire.
Then again these people they were fighting were the ones who killed Tristan's older brother, the gang leader's sister, everyone that meant something to them. Revenge was what this was. Revenge. Shoot until the semi-automatics were empty, that's what they were told. Then take out your blades and start cutting.
Lead slugs flew past his head, past his legs. One hit his stomach, he fell back. Continue, he decided to kill these bitches, kill until he was killed himself.
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All I need is one mic..
When this was over, he would tell everyone the horrors. Prevent future generations from going out the same way. All he needed was one mic.
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND!
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now
All he needed was one life to live. To help future generations. But everyone in his gang wanted powe, they wanted to be on top. And they beleived it to the extent of feigning immortality. Talking big, slinging shit and lies. The same way their enemies do.
The enemy had to reload. Fuck honor and a fair fight, blast him when he's not ready, save yourself. After that one fell, Joey sighed with releif. He thought they'd be going at it all night.
This grudge was ging to end tonight, after hundreds of long years. The battle became too serious, but the grudge was too strong to let up. Now the guns were spent, blades were drawn and everyone began slashing. Survivors would end up in prison, taking their problems there. Then new enemies would be created and more people would go through this very same experience. For what? A gang, a cult.
He thought back to his old girlfriend. His only love, the person his could look to, his refuge. How blind he had been when he decided to make a commitment to her, she took the ring and left a few days later. He'd never get close to another woman again, or so he thought. Since she left, he had been more sensible and smart. He found out things that would help a lot in this war.
Like the leader of the other gang, he was caught by the cops. He was so scared that he would do anything to get out. Even go against all the gang codes and rat out everyone. Because of that the twisted cops let him go, and he's right back on the streets, launching slugs at them yet again.
All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world
All Joey needed was one way to tell the future criminals, a way to keep everyone safe. He didn't want money, he didn't need material possessions. All he wanted was a way to tell the world.
He lay awake in bed, next to his beloved girlfriend, thinking about how he failed to carry out his promise. He told, they didn't listen. They ignored him, and walked off to their deaths. For what? For a guy who had problems with someone else that they had never known beforehand.
He gave up on that promise, and was now breaking another. He loved again, he had a girlfriend, Mai.
A.N.- Well, people, R/R.
A.N.- Joey's point of view during the times when he was in a gang with Tristain and a buncha others. Anyways, I chose this because is is the ablsolute BEST rap song ever written.
One time.. yeah.. yeah..
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit!
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!!
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All I need is one mic..
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND!
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now
All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world
A.N.- Well, people, R/R.
