Post by J Lethal on Mar 8, 2011 13:29:53 GMT -8
Relaxation. That was the word of the day. There had been just too many stress filled days and situations of late. J lived in fear constantly on the run from the Bloods. The gods of his ancestors’ religion constantly communicated to him in his head. And of course there was the entire situation with Leon Sudeki, the Lightning Man. That beast of nature had demolished a car with his fist spewing lightning. J had seen some of the craziest, sickest things in this world, but never anything like that. All of this weight was collecting on his shoulders and his mind. He needed an escape. He needed to relax.
There was one thing J hadn't done in a long, long time. Rap. He enjoyed making music from his soul and his thoughts putting them to a beat and expressing them for all to hear. He hadn't done something like in a long time. Not since he left the Bloods and came to 259. Everything was swarming in his mind, he had no time to write and no clarity to rhyme. Tonight would be different. Tonight would be the arrival. The Arrival of J Lethal.
There was a large parking garage on the north side of Long Beach. A place J had heard of many times but never actually been to. There were rumors that this was the greatest place for racing, drinking, partying, and of course rapping. Other rumorssuggestedd that this is where Snoop Dogg himself began his career in the LBC. He wasn't sure on that but he knew that if he was going to have a good time, it would be here.
By the time J made the walk from the school to the garage it was about eleven at night. The sun was long gone and the lights of the city flooded the streets. J strolled on for quite a few hours just thinking in his head of what he was going to do. Did he just go in and start spitting, or wait his turn, or even push his way to the stage to make a name for himself.
"When you arrive, young Lethal, you will know the path to take."
Path? What path? There was no fate no planeddestinyy and no Path. There was only circumstance. Whatever happened, happened. This was the Loa J liked the least. He never even spoke to him before. Hesounded oldd and outdated always speaking in riddles or shit like that. The kind of talk that just pissed off anyone around his age.
And with that J made his way into the garage. It seemed the party had already started up pretty good. There were peopledancingg all around a series of nicesuppedd up racing cars. J wasn't too into automobiles, but he knew his way around one. What he didn't know was that there was a race going on right now. Unknowingly J had walked onto the race track.
He stopped in the middle as he heard a combination of the screaming crowd and the roar of two nitrous boosted engines comingstraightt at him. Yet, J was calm. It was aeeriee feeling but hefeltt like he hadcontroll over something.
"Baron Samedi."
"What- What is dis!? What are you doing J!?"
J knew exactly what he was doing. It was a strange phenomena but he could feel himself doing it. He was forcibly taking control of the power of Baron Samedi.Thee enhanced speed and awareness from his Boon was now his. Now worship, no obeying, just seemingly out of nowhere Jpossessedd the Boon of Baron Samedi.
J's eyes now glowed with a slight purple color and an evil grin on his face. He stood there waiting for thoseunstoppablee cars to come barreling at him. Perhaps the Old Man was right. He had found the path he would take. J waited for his moment before leaping into the air. A small 90 degree flip placing his hands on the tops of each car and he flew upside down. Using the extra momentum J would vault forward landing on his feet.
J was crouched over, but slowly raised into a stand looking around at the party silently. J's eyes still purple, the Boon of Baron Samedi still over him. He looked the crowd and the two drivers racing out of their cars.
"What? You ain't never seen a nigga jump before?"
And with that the crowd began to cheer relentlessly. J guessed none of them had ever been to PHS: 259. If he had done that little trick back at school there would be legions of other who could do the same trick five times better. But if he was a somebody here, he'd take it.After alll it was time to relax. J would kick back leaning up against a pole waiting for his opportunity to strike.
Not even a minute passed before there was someone already here to give him a hard time.
"Yo man, you think just cause you can jump a car gives you a right to come here. This is where legends are made man. Hell my brotherDarelll can jump a car. Show him!"
There was a young man namedDarelll out in the middle of garage. On the opposite end was another racing car. J got off his pillar and watched as the car speed of right towardDarelll. It must have been nerves or something because he jumped a few seconds too soon. The car's top hit him right in the shins spinning him over and over until he hit the ground. A few men ran after him.
"Alright, maybe what you did was cool, but that still don't give you the right. Either walk out, or get thrown out!"
"Yeah, how bout this. Rap Battle. You win I'm gone forever. I win...I take your car."
"Your joking right? What do you have to offer against my MazdaRXx7?"
"Hey man if your pussy my bad i didn't know. But if you got at least 2inchess of dick you'd start spitting right about now."
J would push the man back a bit with his hand. Here was his chance to shine. If he lost he'd go home and maybe have to kick an ass or two. But if he won then his life would truly begin. He'd have the reputation, the car, everything he would need in life. That's what he had left home and joined the Bloods to do. But now he could do it all on his own.
"You want to get your ass handed to ya, fine by me. Yo Tiger,gimmee a beat."
As he barked out his orders a short dark black man opened the trunk of a large SUV and started blasting out a pretty basic beat. The over confident man would start his rhyme.
"Yo man who the fuck do you think you are?
Comein outta nowhere trying to score my car
Nobody here even knows your name
Step back mother fucker or get stopped by my game
My rhymes are fresh
Tiger's beat is rockin'
Ima rend up yo flesh
even yo Dad won't put his cock in
but it seems to me he'll fuck just about anything
fucked a dog to make you, just to fall to the king
Now this dog's tails between his legs
but I ain't done with this guy until he fuck begs
Oh please Mr. King please stop
But I'll scalp you up and use yo dreads for a mop
see this is reality
not your own fallacy
and THATS a fatality!"
Not too bad. The crowd loved it and started to back him up. J was actually impressed at a few of those rhymes, but nothing he hadn't seen before. He was disappointed, he was hoping for more of achallengee. Oh well. Here came the arrival of J Lethal.
"My names J muthahfucking Lethal
The one and only, ain't no sequel
You say your the king, but you don't rule over shit
Even your girl left cause you can touch her clit
You insult my folks withbestialityy
I didn't know neither of'em in actuality
I'll never be down begging to you
only begging to God so you can get a clue
your ego's five times the size of the sun
but I'm here to let you know that you're done, son.
In my reality I wipe the floor with bitches like you
rip out yo heart with some Wu-Tang Kung-Fu
Thats a fatality
Thats the reality
this is YOUR fallacy
I just scored a Flawless Victory
Your car is history
I'm J Lethal
The new champ of the people
Now get your black ass outta here
you big dumb black queer."
And boom goes the dynamite. J knew he was rusty since he hadn;t rapped in quite some time, but it was better than he expected. Not only did he out rhyme, but his speed nearly doubled that of Mr. King's. The whole crowd was cheering for J. It was obvious he had won, now was the matter of payment.
"According to the crowd you owe me a car."
"Fuck them, and fuck you too!"
The defeated man had a look of desperation. He was bigger than J and threw out a large punch to J's face. The Boon of Baron Samedi was still in effect. With theenhancedd speed and metal capacityreflexess J would lash out grabbing the fist of Mr. King stopping it right in front of his face. J just smiled and dropped the fist. Time slowed as J starred down Mr. King. Ina flash he would spin with a large back kick right into the guys chin. He would flystraightt up his head crashing onto a lighting fixture and landed on his unfortunate brother,Darelll.
New car, and new respect. Now J had all he needed here. It wasn't the initial relaxation he was talking about, but it wa something. A man walked up behind him among the cheering crowd. Dressed in rather nice clothes for a street party. J turned around and looked the man up and down before he spoke.
"Hey. J right? I have an offer for you. Come to thisaddressstomorroww morning. Enjoy the party tonight, buttomorroww come in. I have something to offer you that some people here have been dreaming of."
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(ooc: Will add more to it as muse comes. This is an unfolding story of J's character arc)
There was one thing J hadn't done in a long, long time. Rap. He enjoyed making music from his soul and his thoughts putting them to a beat and expressing them for all to hear. He hadn't done something like in a long time. Not since he left the Bloods and came to 259. Everything was swarming in his mind, he had no time to write and no clarity to rhyme. Tonight would be different. Tonight would be the arrival. The Arrival of J Lethal.
There was a large parking garage on the north side of Long Beach. A place J had heard of many times but never actually been to. There were rumors that this was the greatest place for racing, drinking, partying, and of course rapping. Other rumorssuggestedd that this is where Snoop Dogg himself began his career in the LBC. He wasn't sure on that but he knew that if he was going to have a good time, it would be here.
By the time J made the walk from the school to the garage it was about eleven at night. The sun was long gone and the lights of the city flooded the streets. J strolled on for quite a few hours just thinking in his head of what he was going to do. Did he just go in and start spitting, or wait his turn, or even push his way to the stage to make a name for himself.
"When you arrive, young Lethal, you will know the path to take."
Path? What path? There was no fate no planeddestinyy and no Path. There was only circumstance. Whatever happened, happened. This was the Loa J liked the least. He never even spoke to him before. Hesounded oldd and outdated always speaking in riddles or shit like that. The kind of talk that just pissed off anyone around his age.
And with that J made his way into the garage. It seemed the party had already started up pretty good. There were peopledancingg all around a series of nicesuppedd up racing cars. J wasn't too into automobiles, but he knew his way around one. What he didn't know was that there was a race going on right now. Unknowingly J had walked onto the race track.
He stopped in the middle as he heard a combination of the screaming crowd and the roar of two nitrous boosted engines comingstraightt at him. Yet, J was calm. It was aeeriee feeling but hefeltt like he hadcontroll over something.
"Baron Samedi."
"What- What is dis!? What are you doing J!?"
J knew exactly what he was doing. It was a strange phenomena but he could feel himself doing it. He was forcibly taking control of the power of Baron Samedi.Thee enhanced speed and awareness from his Boon was now his. Now worship, no obeying, just seemingly out of nowhere Jpossessedd the Boon of Baron Samedi.
J's eyes now glowed with a slight purple color and an evil grin on his face. He stood there waiting for thoseunstoppablee cars to come barreling at him. Perhaps the Old Man was right. He had found the path he would take. J waited for his moment before leaping into the air. A small 90 degree flip placing his hands on the tops of each car and he flew upside down. Using the extra momentum J would vault forward landing on his feet.
J was crouched over, but slowly raised into a stand looking around at the party silently. J's eyes still purple, the Boon of Baron Samedi still over him. He looked the crowd and the two drivers racing out of their cars.
"What? You ain't never seen a nigga jump before?"
And with that the crowd began to cheer relentlessly. J guessed none of them had ever been to PHS: 259. If he had done that little trick back at school there would be legions of other who could do the same trick five times better. But if he was a somebody here, he'd take it.After alll it was time to relax. J would kick back leaning up against a pole waiting for his opportunity to strike.
Not even a minute passed before there was someone already here to give him a hard time.
"Yo man, you think just cause you can jump a car gives you a right to come here. This is where legends are made man. Hell my brotherDarelll can jump a car. Show him!"
There was a young man namedDarelll out in the middle of garage. On the opposite end was another racing car. J got off his pillar and watched as the car speed of right towardDarelll. It must have been nerves or something because he jumped a few seconds too soon. The car's top hit him right in the shins spinning him over and over until he hit the ground. A few men ran after him.
"Alright, maybe what you did was cool, but that still don't give you the right. Either walk out, or get thrown out!"
"Yeah, how bout this. Rap Battle. You win I'm gone forever. I win...I take your car."
"Your joking right? What do you have to offer against my MazdaRXx7?"
"Hey man if your pussy my bad i didn't know. But if you got at least 2inchess of dick you'd start spitting right about now."
J would push the man back a bit with his hand. Here was his chance to shine. If he lost he'd go home and maybe have to kick an ass or two. But if he won then his life would truly begin. He'd have the reputation, the car, everything he would need in life. That's what he had left home and joined the Bloods to do. But now he could do it all on his own.
"You want to get your ass handed to ya, fine by me. Yo Tiger,gimmee a beat."
As he barked out his orders a short dark black man opened the trunk of a large SUV and started blasting out a pretty basic beat. The over confident man would start his rhyme.
"Yo man who the fuck do you think you are?
Comein outta nowhere trying to score my car
Nobody here even knows your name
Step back mother fucker or get stopped by my game
My rhymes are fresh
Tiger's beat is rockin'
Ima rend up yo flesh
even yo Dad won't put his cock in
but it seems to me he'll fuck just about anything
fucked a dog to make you, just to fall to the king
Now this dog's tails between his legs
but I ain't done with this guy until he fuck begs
Oh please Mr. King please stop
But I'll scalp you up and use yo dreads for a mop
see this is reality
not your own fallacy
and THATS a fatality!"
Not too bad. The crowd loved it and started to back him up. J was actually impressed at a few of those rhymes, but nothing he hadn't seen before. He was disappointed, he was hoping for more of achallengee. Oh well. Here came the arrival of J Lethal.
"My names J muthahfucking Lethal
The one and only, ain't no sequel
You say your the king, but you don't rule over shit
Even your girl left cause you can touch her clit
You insult my folks withbestialityy
I didn't know neither of'em in actuality
I'll never be down begging to you
only begging to God so you can get a clue
your ego's five times the size of the sun
but I'm here to let you know that you're done, son.
In my reality I wipe the floor with bitches like you
rip out yo heart with some Wu-Tang Kung-Fu
Thats a fatality
Thats the reality
this is YOUR fallacy
I just scored a Flawless Victory
Your car is history
I'm J Lethal
The new champ of the people
Now get your black ass outta here
you big dumb black queer."
And boom goes the dynamite. J knew he was rusty since he hadn;t rapped in quite some time, but it was better than he expected. Not only did he out rhyme, but his speed nearly doubled that of Mr. King's. The whole crowd was cheering for J. It was obvious he had won, now was the matter of payment.
"According to the crowd you owe me a car."
"Fuck them, and fuck you too!"
The defeated man had a look of desperation. He was bigger than J and threw out a large punch to J's face. The Boon of Baron Samedi was still in effect. With theenhancedd speed and metal capacityreflexess J would lash out grabbing the fist of Mr. King stopping it right in front of his face. J just smiled and dropped the fist. Time slowed as J starred down Mr. King. Ina flash he would spin with a large back kick right into the guys chin. He would flystraightt up his head crashing onto a lighting fixture and landed on his unfortunate brother,Darelll.
New car, and new respect. Now J had all he needed here. It wasn't the initial relaxation he was talking about, but it wa something. A man walked up behind him among the cheering crowd. Dressed in rather nice clothes for a street party. J turned around and looked the man up and down before he spoke.
"Hey. J right? I have an offer for you. Come to thisaddressstomorroww morning. Enjoy the party tonight, buttomorroww come in. I have something to offer you that some people here have been dreaming of."
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(ooc: Will add more to it as muse comes. This is an unfolding story of J's character arc)