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Lorenzo_Demarco	Posted: Jun 7 2010, 08:11 PM
Advanced Member Group: Members Posts: 106 Member No.: 92 Joined: 23-April 10	Once again Lorenzo Demarco finds himself back in the studio of Amir Kwame. They�ve actually spent a good portion of the day there creating beats, and testing out rhymes to them to see how they meshed. Some of the mesh welled, may of them did not however. Amir Kwame and Lorenzo Demarco were both in the recording room taking a break from it all with a couple of beers. Both men wore album covers on their shirts. Amir Kwame wore the album cover to Illmatic, Lorenzo Demarco wore the album cover to Aquemini by Outkast. Both men stayed standing as they drank their brews. Amir Kwame wanted to broach a subject but didn�t know how to do so. Lorenzo had briefly told him earlier in the day about the deal he had to do for Sean Nasir. Amir couldn�t believe it, but it didn�t surprise him. When you did business with Sean Nasir or any drug dealer, who knows what you�ll end up owing them. Amir finally decides the only way to broach the subject is the direct approach. Amir Kwame: Are you really going to fucking go through with it? I mean Stubs Mackenzie, you going to do what Sean Nasir asked you to do? Lorenzo Demarco: Of course I am. A deal is a deal, he did me a favor and helped me pass a drug test, I�m going to now do him a favor. Not saying it�s honorable or something I will want to do, but it is what it is, it is owed. Amir Kwame: Well, I don�t like it. I mean anything can go wrong. You don�t even know if he�s packing or at least carrying a knife. Furthermore you got to find a way to make sure there�s no witnesses, no one who will intervene. There�s a lot going into this than simply beating him down. Lorenzo Demarco: Look my nigga, it�s no big deal. I�ve followed him around a little bit. He takes the same route away from his selling spot every damn time. You know what, he passes by many an alleyway, I just got to get him into one of them and have my way with him. Get in a few good licks, scare him off, and then he won�t show his face in Nasir�s territory ever again. Then after I do that, I can concentrate on things that don�t have to do with Nasir! Amir Kwame: Well, I know I ain�t going to talk you out of it. Shit, just be careful nigga. I don�t want to wake up to being told you�ve been found with a knife in your chest. Lorenzo Demarco: That ain�t going to happen. I can promise you that. Amir Kwame: Okay, breaks over, you want to do a rap against Bucky Johnson. All the rhymes you�ve been throwing you haven�t really done anything about him yet! Lorenzo Demarco: I don�t know, he�s kind of an easy target. He can�t wrestle, he�s retarded, he�s a fake champion, just too much material. I don�t feel like it. What�s the point of going after a target when there�s no chance of missing. There�s no challenge. Heck, I almost don�t want to face him. Because I might get stuck as the #1 contender of that stupid hardcore title of his. Not that I have anything against hardcore titles, but it�s already tainted by the way it was created and how easy a path he had to earn it. It�s just fucking stupid. But I understand it. To Ace and the rest of the GCWA brass he�s that retarded pet you can�t help but treat good throughout it�s life to make it feel better for it�s shortcomings. I mean it be better for all if you took a gun to it and shot it in the fucking head, but you can�t bring yourself to do that. Amir Kwame: But you aren�t that merciful I take it. Lorenzo Demarco: Fuck no nigga, I ain�t. I have no problem pulling the trigger and putting one right through his thick skull. Now that I think about it with a hard head like that I�ll probably need to take a spike and a mallet and jam it through. Amir Kwame: I hear you, I hear you. So you don�t want to rap about Bucky? You don�t have to, I mean maybe it�s for the best we take a break from that shit. You got any other rhymes you want to throw out. Lorenzo Demarco: I don�t know man, I mean we�ve been trying stuff all day, and nothing�s really connected. I mean we�ve had some things that seem to gel together quite nicely, but for the most part, it�s all been whack man. Maybe today just isn�t our day. Amir Kwame: Yeah, I am getting that possibility. We�ve been at this for quite awhile. Well fuck it, why make it so serious lets just have some fun. You remember that Boston Sample I had you go over earlier? Lorenzo Demarco; What about that shit? Amir Kwame; I think that worked well actually. Why don�t we try to rap over that again. None of your written lyrics just make shit up. If you rap about Bucky you rap about Bucky, if you rap about something else you rap about something else. Just go with it man, just see what you come up with. Then we�ll call it a day. Lorenzo Demarco: Well, it would be nice to actually finish a track before we called it a day. And I do have some rhymes in my head right now I think I could put together with the sample. Amir Kwame: Now you are talking! So what are you going to rap about? Lorenzo Demarco: Don�t have a clue, like you said, lets just see what comes out of my mouth and go with it. Amir Kwame: Yeah Yeah Yeah, I�m feeling you, I�m feeling you. Lets do it, let me get back to the controls and we�ll get this shit done! Lorenzo Demarco: Okay my Nigga, lets do this! Amir Kwame exit�s the room and gets back to his controls. Lorenzo Demarco walks up to the microphone and removes the headphones from the stool. He sits on the stool as he puts them on his head. He begins to adjust the microphone a little bit so he spit his rhymes into it clearly. Amir Kwame: Hey Lorenzo can you hear me? Lorenzo Demarco: I can hear you dawg! You ready to do this shit? Amir Kwame: I�m ready to do it dawg, I�m ready to do it. Just remember whatever comes to mind. Doesn�t have to be about Bucky, doesn�t have to be about anybody really . . Just say what you want to say. Lorenzo Demarco: Okay okay okay, enough fucking instructions, lets get this done and over with. I�m ready . . . Say what I want when I want Lyrics and Performance by Lorenzo Demarco Produced by Amir Kwame Say what I want when I want When I want to say it I don�t at all front You never know what words I will say Powerful enough to either make or ruin your day Yes I�m profane, that I would be the first to admit But I don�t plan on watching my mouth, I don�t want to quit Fuck, Shit, Bitch, Ass, Dick, Faggot, Nigga, Spic If you don�t like what I say, you can just suck my dick Suck it good bitches, until you can feel the cum down your throat I blow a load like I�m a whale shooting out water, I don�t mean to gloat I�ve been warned, I�ve been written up, I�ve been reprimand and I�ve been fined But I just get sicker, I just get nastier, I get meaner don�t have time to be kind Fuck, what the hell, GCWA loves the controversy that I will cause Their ratings get higher every time I wave a middle finger at the FCC�s laws But this isn�t only just about my wrestling career, it�s an in depth look a who I am I�m the fucker who does whatever he wants to do, I just don�t give a flying damn And I breeze through your social norms quicker than a fat kid eating ham I find your so called morality more crooked than an attempted Nigerian Scam So if you don�t like what you are hearing, you might as just tune me out Cause I�m tired of hearing your complaining, I�m tired of listening to you shout Cause I ain�t going to change for nobody, I�m going to be the nastiest nigger I can be You may not like what you are hearing, but I�ll be god damn if you won�t respect me Say what I want when I want When I want to say it I don�t at all front You never know what words I will say Powerful enough to either make or ruin your day They say words are powerful, that they can even offend the dead I love when people complain cause it means I�ve gotten in their heads It means that I�ve pierced through their bodies, attacked their very souls While warmth comes from love, my words will leave a body cold I�m no longer around on this earth to make my self any friends I don�t got time to apologize for what I say, I have no need to make amends So when I spit it out, from my mouth straight to your fucking ear Just accept I�m going to say how I feel, I know the truth is what you fear I know you don�t like my insults, I know you don�t like the way that I rhyme Sorry, but I got the freedom of speech on my side, and I�m going to use it all the time As the clock keeps ticking, every second I�m thinking up a brand new insult To use against your asses, looking for the one that�ll stop your heart make it take it�s final pulse You may try to speak out against me, but I�ll fight back send your fucking ass steppin� I know I�ll always get away with it all, that very fact is my non concealed weapon So phone out your complaints, tell anyone who will listen, and you can send out your letters Because when it comes to avoiding being censored, ain�t no one else going to do it any better And I�ll keep saying what I want to say, keep doing what I want with just a little bit of luck And to those of you bitching about the things I say and that I do, you know, I don�t give a muthafuck! Say what I want when I want When I want to say it I don�t at all front You never know what words I will say Powerful enough to either make or ruin your day Bucky Johnson, Bucky Johson, I hope my words didn�t make you cry I hope my words made you take a gun to your head, I hope they made you want to die I hope you did to yourself, what Mother Nature should�ve instead I�ll be happy if I read in tomorrow�s paper, you�ve been found unresponsive in your bed I know you hear my words I say, and I know they make you grit your teeth But the insults I�ve used to stab right to your heart, will not be the end of your grief Cause you now got to face me man to man, and I�m going to mangle your fucking face Which now that I think about it, will be a very vast improvement to your looks in the first place You�re an ugly son of a bitch, I�m pretty sure your daddy many a times mistook you for a pig And almost killed you for Sunday Brunch, realized your human, and would take a might swig And he would get drunk and beat you�re ass, punish you for being his muthafucking son. Bucky, do us all a favor, don�t come to our match, lock yourself in a room with a gun. Load it up with more than one bullet, in case just only one bullet fails to do the deed Or better yet, lets make it simple, take a knife, slit your wrists, and let your body bleed Then we can retire your hardcore title, put it in the back of a room with a plague That simply says, �This once belong to a non-deserving contender, luckily he�s never coming back� And my final message to you is this, if you at all didn�t enjoy any of my taunts You can bend over and fucking eat your own dick, cause I�m going to say what I want Say what I want when I want When I want to say it I don�t at all front You never know what words I will say Powerful enough to either make or ruin your day

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