Introduction To Hard 2 Da Kore (Hard2daKore Book 1) (21 page)

“That’s right, and it worked too!” Big Ox interrupted from the crowd.
“And now look you about to get yo ass taken out by me! The one and only..GAMEFACE, AKA THE JAKAL! Iight D.J., you gave that nigga some of love! Now let
me
get some of that shit!”
Gameface ordered as the D.J. played the beat.
“Yea nigga, now I want you to listen to this shit reeal good! ‘Cause this shit is for you cocksucka!”
He yelled into the mic and then began spitting his lyrics at me.

“Now take that Unh! All up in ya face son of a bitch, now u niggaz wanna test me and see if I flinch?

Say it aint so? ‘Cause where I go you can’t go,           Gameface! What I don’t show you won’t know!                                       I lay rhymes like landmines light you up like tan lines hey mon(Mann) betta watch what u say mon(Mann)                                  with dem words--bout to shit on u niggaz like turds,                       & all u catz that be singin’ like birds, u gets served,                            & all u rats gettin slaps an caps haven’t you heard,                               now you got sum nerve tryin play me like sum Herb! (word?) Dime dropper, part time ass crime stopper                                               ya front line blockers------can’t even stop us--                                        C Dub Soldierz---full time money folders,                                         we flippin Keys to Gees to get over see I told ya,                                    as the world turns yo shit is only gettin older                             now you call yaself Da Mann but, nobody knows ya!!

Now it’sss time to go ‘cause niggaz tryina stop my flow             hatin on me cause I’m clockin’ da doe                                                   and I be poppin da Moe, while I be knockin ya hoe                               that’s why he tryna stop my sho, now say it ain’t so!?

Yo, so one day im out in L.A., doin my show                                 when I saw this dime piece-prize piece straight up so                             I---cracked fo’ her digits----and she was sooo wit it                               & about one hour an one minute later---I was hittin it                 splittin’ it stickin’ it & she was diggin’ it                                                & whenever I wasn’t hittin it----she was missin it                             she said she had a Mann but he just didn’t fulfill her                                                                                needs she said “fuck me please” while I was drillin her                                                                        Godzillin her----with my King Kong killin her                                         we was fuckin like that seX in dat triple X cinema (
yeah!
)                                                                         Hour to hour, (
uh huh
) sink to da shower                                            she was drainin me--but at same time givin me power                       enuff wasn’t enuff & I couldn’t keep up with her                         so I hit up my boy Jamar like---what’s up with her?                                   he said--I know that hoe-- yo--she like to take control                                                she fuckey sucky long time & stay on da go                                           but I think there’s one thing dat u ought to know                               that bitch a mafuckn’ nympho-yea--& that’s so

Now it’sss time to go ‘cause niggaz tryina stop my flow                         hatin on me cause I’m clockin’ da doe                                                     and I be poppin da Moe, while I be knockin ya hoe,                                       this why he tryna stop my show, now say it ain’t so!?

Now we all know ya bitch be screwin niggaz 4 money                         doin niggaz 4 money usin niggaz like---U DUMMY                                                                     now say it ain’t so--dat Da Mann be puffin treez on his job                  & on his day off---still waitin for a payoff                                                 im juss waitin for one of u niggaz to reach so I can spray off                                                                      then switch my identity make y’all mistake me like Face Off                                                                       watch me transform 2 all shapes and sizes                                            none yall can see me when I be flippin disguises                               me and crew---we da truth--y’all tellin lies and                                now Say It Ain’t So that I ain’t fulla surprises                                      so don’t be hatin’ me cause
he
fuckin ya hoe—yo--                      that’s why u tryna stop my flow Now Say It Ain’t So!?

Gameface gave the D.J. the cut throat signal after the beat played a few more seconds and then stopped. Big Ox, Jamar, and the rest of their crew went bananas. I looked at the crowd’s reaction as some of them cheered; and kinda loud too. I had to admit. That shit was dope, and I began to see a look of defeat on a few of my niggas faces. I knew I had to come back hard at him. Win lose or draw. Fuck it! I snapped.

Oh! So y’all niggas wanna fuck with me huh? I told you niggas a long time ago not to fuck with me!! Yo D.J., run that mafuckin beat back!! I yelled as loud as I could, and the music began to play. Aight! Let me tell y’all how all this shit gonna end with these niggas right here, I’m about to kill all you mafuckin’ cockroaches! This is how this shit gonna go down! It’s goin’ down jusss liiiiiike thisssss!

Yo check the drama I got beef wit dis nigga call himself Gameface from da otha side of town listen now                                       he said he takin over my spot                                                                 he said I need his permission if I wanna rock                                           the mic, now whaaadaaafuuuk                                                                     ayo now this silly nigga must be crazy                                                     u tryna jack
me---Da Mann
--like I can’t get shady?                                           I see you niggas be at every party                                                 shootin hard rock looks round at errrbody, even me             when I see niggaz like u, nah I pays u no mind                                           I came 2 represent my hood & have a good tiiime                               but I can’t see this mafucka right here---takin mine                        but luckily that I heard it through my----grapevine                          
(I walked over and gave Jay (my grapevine) a tap on his shoulder.)
So first things first----I called his bluff                                                 dis nigga came mobbed deeped---but not deep enough                 it only took me one phone call--                                                               now I get mad mafukaz ready 2 brawl--so what’s up ---what!? (
What!!!!?)

Y’all niggz wanna fuck wit me---------Nigga what!?                               U niggz can’t take nothin’ from me--Nigga what!?                            Y’all niggz betta run from me---------Nigga what!?                                Now Y’all niggz-betta Duck!- Nigga You Betta Duck!

Now what da fuck--Niggz done starrrted somethin                           so I rounded up my crew--and we starrrted huntin                                mad catz packed and strapped-prepared 4 warfare                          now step N2 my Kombat Zone----if you dare                                   Mack 10s- AKs but we don’t need no guns                                   this is bloodsport-----I do dis fuckn shit 4 da fun                                          u mafuckaz want it? u got it--now u niggz gonna get it      Gameface take out Da Mann? (nah) I ain’t wit it                                                                 and Jay Swift said y’all was mad deep too                                           he said: and they might try an creep--2 defeat U                                so I spread out-1st nigga dat spit--I took his head out-                        now don’t let none of deez niggaz---try to get out—                                   you niggz done gone nutz comin’ up in my turf                                     bout 2 turn da heat up-burn u nigs where it hurtz                                    I was tryna be cool---but I guess niggz wanna see                                  all da shit dats gonna happen when you Fucks wit’ Me (
Da Mannn!)

I could tell by the way that the crowd was vibing on every word that was coming out of my mouth that they was feeling me. The looks on some of my peeps faces told me that I was hittin these niggas up good. The look on Gameface‘s face though. That shit he spit was dope, but right now he lookin like I caught him off guard with this shit im sayin. So right now fuck a chorus, I’m bout to drop a bomb and put an end to him and all these niggas once and for all! I thought as I spit my last and final verse.                                           “
I got my niggz in position--                                                              waitin for one you dummyz to come in & start spittin                      and try to put me outta commission----                                             that’s when dis nigga GasFace came rollin up---                                                                  bobble head-mouth nigga & he started bustin                                    but u aint hit nothin hommie -yo raps be whack                           fuckin wit’ Da Mann boyh--that’s why I’m smackin u back
                                                                             
wit’ this hot shit im spittin flyin’ up in da air                                      got u mafuckas droppin’ outta everywhere (yeah)                              one nigga--two niggaz--three niggaz down--                                             OH MY GOD---AAAAAHH!! Was the only sound                                    --that y’all yeard----Gameface you just got served!                               Now am I Da Mann
!? I pointed the microphone towards the crowd and waited for my crew as I had instructed them to do earlier. They all screamed out on cue, as I began the closing of my final verse-                                                                                      
Now am I da Mann!?(
Crowd)
HELL YEAH, WORD!
                                                                             
niggaz fuckin wit’ me---then somebody gots to die                                    that why I brought these hand grenades---an’ I’m about to let ‘em fly!

As I was finishing my last verse I reached into my pockets and pulled out a few small smoke bombs that looked like real hand grenades. I brought from a novelty store earlier. I pulled the fake pin from them both and threw them towards Gameface and his crew, then signaled the D.J. to cut the music. The music stopped and then the smoke bombs popped, letting loose a big cloud of smoke. “Ohhh!” Everybody jumped from the smoke bomb’s burst, some even tried to get away from the smoke, including Big Ox and the rest of his crew. My prank worked. I signaled the D.J. to start the music again and Ivan, Raheem, D nice, and a few of my hommies from the hood went bananas and cheered loudly at my performance. I looked over at Jay, and saw that he was laughing as he pointed towards Big Ox and them.

“
OH SHIT! NOW THAT SHIT----WAS HARD 2 DA MOTHER FUCKIN KORE!”

The D.J.’s voice echoed through the club’s speakers as he stood in his elevated booth. The crowd grew calm after a few seconds, then exploded with a loud applause after they realized that the bombs weren’t real. Raheem, Ivan, and what seemed like the whole crowd must’ve gotten onto the stage and cheered for me. Jay wrapped one of his arms around my neck tightly and pulled me towards him while laughing and screaming. “Ahhh haaa! You bust that nigga ass Maaaan, ah haaaa!” Through all of the commotion, I glanced over at Gameface who was standing alone onstage with a look of disbelief on his face. All he could do was wave his hand towards our direction and jump off of the stage where his boys were, as we continued celebrating my victory. “Yo son, now that’s that shit I’m talkin about! Blowin them niggas the fuck up nameen!?” Jay screamed into my ear as he grabbed me tightly.

Come to find out, a few local video shows were taping the whole battle. I even had a few A and Rs tryin’ to holla at me, only to be stopped by Jay as he grabbed their business cards and escorted me backstage and out of the club. I was feelin’ a little drunk off of the champagne and beer we drank afterwards as we rode to IHOP to grab a bite to eat. We were tripping out on what just went down for the rest of the night. I felt confident from all of the attention I was getting. I kinda’ felt like a star, but deep down inside I knew that this was nothing compared to what I would probably have to go through in order to really make it in the music industry. I know that I still have a lot of work to do, but this victory only made me feel more confident that I could do it.  

19                                                             
COLD BUSTED                                                                         
(Korey)

Last night’s victory still dawned on me as I rode to work. That battle inspired me to want to write more music. I thought as I parked my car, entered the shop and began my work. I kept replaying the conversation I had with Jay earlier this morning over and over in my head before I left for work. He told me that everybody was talkin’ about the battle. I told him that I might leave work early because I was feelin’ kinda tired from last night. So we agreed to meet later to discuss what my next move should be. The battle went straight to You Tube and with all the publicity I had a few cats tryin’ to holla at Jay to get to me. I told him that I’d call him later on when I got off. I began setting up my tools to drop a transmission out of an old Buick Regal, when Sal walked over towards me, lookin kinda sad as he approached me.