Gone(Sequel 1)

                                  GONE           

People often wonder what type of lyrics rappers nowadays are giving to the public; they criticize them for the foul language they use in their songs. Rappers believe rap music is all about lyrics so they utter whatever will sell their music. Rap music is part of hip hop which is a culture to the black people; graffiti on the other hand is the art in hip hop culture, so generally rap and hip hop are culture which they exemplify. Youth love this type of music; they are the people that keep this culture alive. Teenage girls like Tina love rap music people in her neighborhood knew this and they encourage her to continue. Every evening after school Tina will always stop by at the studio to rehearse with her group. One faithful evening when she was going for rehearsal she notice a good looking guy just standing a few meters away from the studio, this young man is indeed handsome she was marvel by his looks but wonder where he could have been all this while, ‘he must be a new lad in town let me just introduce myself’ she said to herself. She went over to his side and introduces herself

 ‘Hi you must be a new guy in town’ she enthused.

 ‘Oh yes how curious of you’ replied teddy.

 ‘Well I’m not exactly all that is obvious you are new in the neighborhood’ she waxes lyrical.

 ‘Ha ha huuh what a ---

 ‘Why are you laughing?’ Tina interrupts.

 ‘I’m sorry is just the way you are talking, very fast’ he replied smiling.

 ‘Oh that’s the way I do my thing, I’m a rapper’ she stimulate. ‘That’s good I love rap music’ he looked at her with a lot of emotion. Tina observes this and looked away.

 ‘My God I’m late for rehearsal I have to run!’ she exclaimed.

‘Hey I don’t even know your name!’ he yelled

 ‘They call me Tina but you can call me t’ she said.

 ‘Okay Tina I mean t, I’m teddy see you, what a girl’ he whispers

              Teddy must by now know what type of girl Tina is, she is a rapper and she is full of life. That’s one trait about rappers they talked excitedly that is how a rapper should be, utter strange word, dress in a hip hop way, walk in a manner that is different, bounce. That is exactly what Tina did she bounce into the studio.

 ‘holler holler everybody how are you all doing’ said Tina. She is a very jovial person and she is determine to do whatever she wants, no matter the obstacle in her way.

 ‘Hey t what’s up we are okay, we have been waiting for you’ replied Williams.

 ‘willy I’m so sorry’.

‘Don’t worry baby girl let’s just get down to business alright’. William a.k.a willy already high with the rapping dose if you know what I mean. William is a old school well not so old school, in the early 90’s willy is rated among the top freestyle artiste but for is drug problem he could not go far, willy still believe his the best in the game though not in the limelight but in the underground level and in the neighborhood they believe he still have them in him. Tina knew willy will be irk if she could not drop any rhyme tonight, so t get down to business like willy want it.

 ‘Holler holler listen up guys I’m about to drop my line are you all ready!!’ Tina roars.

 ‘Yeah girl drop the lyrics’ said the afro maniac.

 The afro maniac don’t listen to anybody but his beat he always flow with his beat no matter the type of music he has a special talent, whenever music is being play his hand and ear are glue to whatever he listen to, his beat always goes with the rhythm, just like the drummer that beat his drum only him and the wise one understand what his trying to say. Tina clears her throat to begin.

 ‘Here we go, Chris let go the instrument, hey afro maniac drop the beat’ Tina instructed.

 ‘You got it girl!’ Chris shouted.

 ‘Let them have it girl one time’. Afro man with his deep voice. ‘Yes I’m going to let them have it’

 ‘yeah the studio is mine let’s continue from where tupac left off, j.i and joe try to steal tupac shine, well hell no mission impossible, j.i claim to be the best rapper but we all know he isn’t the best pac you better come out from your shadow and take your rightful place, then I hear you say, yeah people you know what time it is, is pac time hate by many love by few, his coming his coming ohh his coming!! The king is coming make way make way this is the resurgent of a gangster right before your eye, abracadabra his gone just like the wind you best be sure because his coming back right at you, watch your back the street is full of hooligan 12345 that’s the fall of a gangster right there, who’s the best to replace him nobody and who is the best rapper nobody, because rap isn’t about competition but a tuition of word to carry along in the oblongata and for the perfection of the lyrics training and teaching is the order of the day, a lot of them are out there only the blessed one are the genius the other are subject to ridicule, but remember this those who laugh they say laugh best, those who laugh last they laugh best, guy how do you feel when people scorn you, laugh at you is okay make fun of me, jeer at me but I’ll take it like a big sis but remember this those who laugh last they say laugh best, those who laugh last they say laugh best, how true is that I remember them days is all about hustling every sis for herself is the survival of the fittest, from prostituting to drug dealing the government say flush them all out this is no Amsterdam, praise thy lord, hallelujah is the heaven everybody crave for, free thinker await resurrection, criminal await repentance, repercussion is what the corrupt suffer, politicians buy their way to heaven, the helpless are the uselessness of the useless, nobody want to help go on get a job is what people say, they don’t want to listen huger and frustration is all over the place then I remember this those who laugh last they say laugh best, those who laugh last they say laugh best, but somehow they find solace in exodus, movement of my people to heaven and pray that one day the God they serve will surely smile on us so pray on my people pray on, then I remember this those who laugh last they say laugh best, I say those who laugh last they say laugh best, my people that is definitely true peace I’m out’

‘Yip-pee that’s a real deep rap I love it’. willy was very excited

‘Thanks willy I’m glad you like it’ said Tina

‘Its wonderful lyrics, but I think we should work on the chorus’ Chris suggested

‘You are absolutely right’ afro man added

‘I don’t think so, I like it to be hardcore’ Tina was reluctant she really don’t want to yield to their suggestion

‘Guys what do you think, she said is a hardcore rap’ willy remarked

‘I think for now we can live it like that, I’m sure when we put our head together it will be perfect’ afro man pointed out

‘Okay people don’t you all think we should comment on the first line she drop’ Chris recommended

‘What’s wrong with the first line? Willy asked

‘Well the part she said j.i and joe try to steal tupac shine, I think that’s a bit controversial. Remarked Chris

‘No I don’t think so, people will love to hear that part it’s just a rap thing nobody will take offence in that’ willy added

‘I don’t mean to disrespect anybody I only decided to add that to make it interesting, nothing personal about it’ explained

hip hop world (chapter three)

Chapter Three HIP HOP World IT’S ALL Coming Back

Women make the world go round.

  

  [This is our third day in this paradise island, I was the first to wake up, a minute later balalaika also wake up, the others were still asleep and they were snoring so loud that balalaika and I had to leave there vicinity just temporarily until they wake up.]

Balalaika. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Balalaika: what’s up repertoire? 

Repertoire: hey balalaika my boy, morning

Balalaika: damn those lads sleep like a drunkard

Repertoire: what about us we slept like a drunkard as well as they do, everybody must have, have a hangover, after mixing beer and champagne together

Balalaika: true word, you know what I like the serenity of this beach is just so nice and quiet what do you think mehn?

Repertoire: yeah you are absolutely right, that’s nature of God with the….

Balalaika: shhhh! Do you hear that?     [Balalaika cut in before I could finish my statement]

Repertoire: hear what!

Balalaika: voices mehn, I think the girls are here mehn

    [Before I could say a word balalaika has already jumped up and ran towards the locations of the girls]

Balalaika: waoh! Look at them

Repertoire: damn this is it

Balalaika: let’s go and wake the guys up.

Repertoire: yeah yeah

    [When we get to the room, the boys are unbelievable still sleeping and snoring at the same time]

Balalaika: guys common wake up wake up the lass are here

Repertoire: common people get your butt up

Cello: yawn! What’s up guys?

Balalaika: the girls mehn they are all here

Cello: dammit our room is a mess, viola wake up! Wake up!!

Viola: what is it guys

Cello: the ladies are on ground

Viola: oh mehn do they have to come so early

Cello: Piccolo, Tabla and Bongos let us tidy up the room quick … balalaika and repertoire both of you go and hold the girls up until we clean up this mess

Balalaika: hold them up! With what exactly

Cello: common guys you have to be smart… just introduce yourselves to them and sweet-talk them you know

Balalaika: sweet-talk them, how on earth will I do that

Women make the world go round.

Cello: why are you so ignorant about girls, you mean you cannot tell them that they are looking good, they are gorgeous

Balalaika: oh alright, I get your point, ladies like to be flatter, the more you sweet-talk them the more they like you

Repertoire: yeah no doubt mehn

Balalaika: I can just walk up to them and say; hey you look like Jennifer Lopez

Repertoire: that will definitely cajole them

Balalaika:  let’s go my brother

    [Once we get to the place where the ladies were standing, they were already waiting for us to welcome them in]

Repertoire: hey my ladies you are all welcome to our hip hop island for the future generations

Balalaika: yeah girls you are very welcome, damn everyone are looking so different with all this hip and shape this is definitely going to be fun

[Unfortunately the lass are not impress by the sweet-talk of balalaika]

Mandolin: all right boys enough of these funny talks just tell me where Cello is at?

Balalaika: oh mandolin common you are not even happy to see us all you want to see is Cello, well don’t worry your fine self because Cello is already waiting for you

Tambourine: balalaika don’t be bothered we are just eager to see our boyfriends

Balalaika: boyfriends! And who is that your boyfriend by the way, because I don’t think you have one boy as your boyfriend but boys as your boyfriends

Tambourine: ha ha ha balalaika that’s really funny but stops it!

[Tambourine she is a little bit angry]

Harp:  people don’t let us loose our temper, by the way boys’ thank you for inducting us into your paradise jungle

Repertoire: point of correction harp, this isn’t a paradise jungle but a paradise for future lovers, you know what I’m saying

Harp: well you can call it whatever you like, but to me there is nothing so spectacular about this island

Repertoire: harp I know you are not easily to be impress, just because you went to university of Lagos

Harp: repertoire don’t take it personal, I’m just expressing my view about this situation

Repertoire: there is nothing personal about this situation I just feel you should at least show some compliment to nature

Harp: all right I’m sorry, you are right this is definitely God nature

Women make the world go round.

Repertoire: yeah that will do

Balalaika: hmm, mandolin and tambourine you have to introduce your girl friends to us, we don’t know some of them

Tambourine: common boy you mean you don’t know harmonica and congas

Balalaika: actually I know harmonica and congas but I don’t know the girl behind harmonica

Tambourine: oh that’s Sitar

Balalaika: hey, what’s up Sitar I’m balalaika

Sitar: hi balalaika, and this is my friend rhythm

Balalaika: nice name you have there

Tambourine:  balalaika take us to the rest of your group

Balalaika: hold on there, introduce us to the rest of the ladies, we’ve only met seven of you

Mandolin: you are really a pain in the neck, anyway this is violin, I believe you already know her that is castanets and the last girl there, is maracas

Balalaika: hello ladies!

    Hello boys [they all answer]

Tambourine: so balalaika take us to the boys before I kick your butt

Balalaika: no problem let’s go

            [So of we go to our room. They really like the mood of the place and the music that is coming out from the room one will notice they are really feeling the music, those that say music is life aren’t lying]

Tambourine: oh!! Check it out ladies girls that is our song, shake your butt girls

Tabla: damn girl you are already getting down

Tambourine: hey!! Tabla how are you?

Tabla: I’m okay, just getting along with the groove

Tambourine: that’s good just dance with the music and us because we are here for good

Cello: mandolin long time no see

Mandolin: Cello what’s up where is viola?

Cello: he should be around here somewhere; in fact that’s him, viola!! [Cello calling viola from distance]

Viola: mandolin what’s up?

Mandolin: well viola you are up and dancing

Viola: you got to dance if you want to have some fun

Mandolin: I quite agree with you there

Tambourine: okay ladies and gentlemen let’s hold it up for some minute, we have to do the roll call of everybody here, guys you invited us here so start with the introduction

Viola: all right this is the roll call of the guys, I believe you already I’m viola and that is my best friend right there cello, that repertoire just beside him, that’s his Muslim friend balalaika, that’s Piccolo, tuba, tabla bongos, clarinet and that is banjo yawning

Tambourine: we are very happy to meet you all, and this are my people right here that baby girl there is rhythm she is cute right

Viola: without doubt she is cute

Tambourine: yeah I brought you all the finest girl you can never dream of, the girl reading novel is harp she loves reading so if any of you boys love to read that is your girl

Piccolo: read no way baby girl we are here to get our groove on

Tambourine: whatever, anyway this fine sister is Sitar, the fair girl is call violin, behind is harmonica and castanets, congas and the last girl is devout muslim girl maracas, well mandolin and I don’t need any introduction

Cello: yeah people let us party up!!!

HIP HOP WORLD (CHAPTER 2)

Chapter Two (Hip Hop World- It’s All Coming Back)

Childhood memory is the best you can give a kid.

    

Repertoire: yeah fellows, who is next to tell his story?

Viola: I think that should be you repertoire

Repertoire: is not my turn yet

Viola: what do you mean is not your turn yet, we have listen to about three guys that are your close friend telling their story without any doubt in their mind and you, you are making a stupid excuse

Repertoire: I’m not making any excuse I just think is not yet time for me tell my story

Viola: I know you have something to hide you hypocrite black man

Repertoire: well viola you will not like to listen to story that is not fully complete will you?

Viola: you damn right I will like to hear your story either complete or not

Balalaika: viola his right, tell us your story repertoire, besides you invited us here, you ought to be the first person here, to tell his story

        [ every one of them say yeah yeah they really want to hear my story, to say the truth I do have something to hide, I have a skeleton in my cupboard, but I was thinking this is a hip hop island we should be drinking and having fun… living our sad memory behind us. Well well well I ain’t got no choice the spot light is on me I have to let it go, I have to tell them my story since they want to hear me say it]

Repertoire:  guys I can see that you are all waiting for me to tell my story…

      

     [Then all of a sudden a shout came out from nowhere]

Banjo: eyin boys e ma bo!!

            

    [ that was banjo speaking in Yoruba language, what that mean by the way is “ we should come” so when we got to where he was standing we saw with him a huge fish he caught in the sea, it was not much of a surprise to us because we knew banjo is rugged guy ]

Piccolo: oh! Banjo you got yourself a big fish

Tuba: banjo with you in this island nobody will go hungry

Banjo: yes o who is the man?

Tuba: you the man

Banjo: I say who is the man?

Repertoire: you the man

Piccolo: guys let make a barbecue out of this fish

Repertoire: oh yeah piccolo

Viola: just don’t forget we still want to listen to your story

Repertoire; get of my butt mehn

Viola: I will get of your butt if and that is a big if, if you tell us your story

Piccolo: common viola live him alone… but repertoire you will tell us your story while we eat the fish wouldn’t you?

Repertoire: of course I will

  [While the fish was getting barbecue, is time for the boys to gyrate again, but this time in a slow and romantic and what better way can they do it if not by relaxing to boyz II men if only the lady are here is what is going on in our mind]

Clarinet: I will make love to you

     [Clarinet pop the champagne while singing]

Cello: ohhh! Clarinet pass the champagne here

Piccolo: how I wish the babes are here

Viola: yes mehn I am feeling the music I want to feel the babes too

Clarinet: guys you know what let me keep you company before the arrival of the girls

Cello: what are you going to do?

Clarinet: I’m going to sing

Viola: mehn just shut your mouth I don’t want to hear any crack voice

Clarinet: I’m going to sing it anyway ♫ viola I’ll make love to you, like you want me to, and I’ll hold you tight viola all through the night I’ll make love to you, when you want me to, and I’ll not let go till you want me to…..

 Viola: mehn are you a fagot because you scaring me right now

Banjo: guys people the fish is ready

Piccolo: yeah, I am hungry already

Bongos: tabla toss me the beer mehn

Repertoire: yeah toss me one beer too

    [We ate the barbecue fish…. I mean we ate it all with the beer and champagne we drank them all, but the only thing missing are the girls, guys are anxiously waiting for them to come quick as a matter of fact they losing their fortitude…after the drinking and eating every one of us were exhausted]

Viola: if those girls are not here by tomorrow my butt will live here

Piccolo: true word mehn, I am getting bored without them lass

Repertoire: relax guys they will be here don’t forget good things come those who wait

Piccolo: well I hope the wait will worth the while

Repertoire: most definitely it will

Viola: what make you so sure they will show up, when you hardly talk to them?

Repertoire: you are right I’m always quiet when it comes to talking with the ladies, but Cello did the talking he called one of them

Cello: yeah I called mandolin she promise they will come

Repertoire: you here that so be patience guys, patience is virtue

Viola: virtue my foot, I’m tired

Cello: maybe we should all go to bed

Viola: yeah I’m getting dizzy my head is spinning like damn

Clarinet: hmmmm!! Me too really dizzy

Repertoire: whoa you guys ain’t lying my head is banging like the drum

Piccolo: okay that’s it, everybody is grumbling tomorrow is the d- day

Cello: no doubt my brother, I can’t wait to see them lovely good looking lass

Piccolo: good night everybody and have yourself a sweet dream