SCOOTER
My throat tingled and my head spun. I glanced down at my phone as I mumbled the lyrics I had come up with over the last couple of days.
I had a lot riding on this session. I knew Beans was a part of them Zoo niggas, but I needed to win him over.
Not because Clark asked, but because this was my chance to enter fame or at least to get a taste of it.
I looked beyond the studio’s glass window as I watched Beans sit there and puff on his blunt.
I had been begging him to come to the studio for days, and he kept blowing me off.
I’m surprised that he finally made today the day.
I knew he was probably stressed. Keith told me that Mison had been hit while racing.
It’s fucked up, the nigga was paralyzed because of it.
I wanted to check on him, but I knew neither Symphony nor he wanted me around, and I had no choice but to respect it.
Beans leaned forward and then clicked on the mic. “Nigga time is ticking, and you still not ready? I don’t play about my studio or time.”
I sucked my teeth. “I’m ready.”
Click off.
I slid the headphones on and rocked to the song's intro. I waited for the beat to drop, and when it did, I opened my mouth. “I came from a,” I paused. “I fucked up, let a nigga start again,” I said into the mic.
Click on.
Beans shook his head. “Nigga you trash, lucky, I’m doing this for a friend. Chop, chop.”
Click off.
I wasn’t fucking trash. A nigga was nervous. I had never been in a studio before, so all this shit was new to me. He ran the track back, and the intro started again. I closed my eyes and bounced my head from side to side until the track stopped. When I opened my eyes, this time he glanced at me.
Click on.
“Hold on,” he said.
The door opened and caught not only my attention but apparently Beans’ too. When the person stepped inside, I didn’t think anything of it. She stared at me as he stared at her while I watched both of them. “I told you I was busy. Why are you here?” he asked her.
Click off.
She said something back to him, and I was trying to read her lips, but I couldn’t.
The conversation didn’t look friendly. Oh, he was fucking with her.
I thought. I knew what it looked like when a nigga was beating down the doonies.
He dropped his head and slammed his hand on the chair.
She slapped his ass and walked out the door.
He shot up from the chair as his demonic ass eyes quickly glanced at me and pulled away.
He rushed out of the door behind her. Who knew my first day in the studio would look like this?
I hoped the nigga would come back so we could finish.
It took a couple of minutes, but he had come back into the room.
He seemed more agitated. Now I knew I couldn’t fuck up, because if he ended this session, it was no telling when I would be back here.
Click On.
He picked up his blunt lit as he eyed me. “Nigga are you ready? Frankly, I don’t think you got it in you, and I really don’t give a fuck.”
I closed my phone because I was going to spit from the top. The fact that he underestimates me is why he thought I would be behind the mic with nothing to say. I put the headphones back on. “Roll that shit,” I said as I nodded.
Click Off.
I shook my head and closed my eyes. The music kicked up as I waited for the beat to drop, and when it did. I let that shit go.
Cove bred, blood thick, I rise from the grime,
Flex in my soul, yeah, I’m running outta time.
Keith gotta eat, I’m stacking, I’m the plug,
Pain in my chest, but I’m flying like a thug.
Porsha in my vision, never faded, never gone,
Every verse a torch, every beat a swan song.
Family on my back, I’m carrying the flame,
Death tried to stop me, but I’m changing the game.
Tears in my hoodie, yeah, the weight is real,
But the mic is my weapon, and the bars my steel.
From my block to the world, I’m claiming my throne,
Flex lives forever, and my people holding on.
I came from the shadows, now I’m running the light,
Every loss, every fight, made my purpose ignite.
Legacy in motion, I strike with no pause,
My name gon live forever lil bitch fuck the law.
Beans’ brows went in as his head shot up.
Click on.
“You wrote that shit?” he asked.
He was impressed; I could see it in his face.
I smiled. “Nah nigga from that’s the top.”
Before he could say anything else, the door opened again, but this time it was the one nigga whom I’ve only seen once.
I could see Bean’s hand move toward the mic button. Click Off.
I had been waiting to catch his ass, and here he was standing on the other side of the glass.
Less than a foot away was my opportunity to get vengeance for Keith.
To be the big brother I had been proclaiming.
However, the words of Bishop stuck in my head.
I knew if I fucked up, a nigga would be looking over his shoulder daily.
My eyes focused in on Dio as he and Beans were talking about something.
I didn’t know what they were talking about, and honestly, I didn’t give a fuck.
He finally stopped talking as his head turned my way.
My chin rose, my eyes squinted, and my jaws locked.
Dio came closer to the window as he stood there, a sinister grin on his face, nodding slowly. Eye to eye. Demon to Menace.
We both knew what time it was, and a nigga like me was with whatever.
I knew today that only one of us was walking out of this bitch alive.
Dio rushed and swung the door open to the booth while I quickly tossed the headphones off my head.
No words were needed because we were about to thump in this bitch.