Post by Robby Marshall on May 14, 2010 22:30:06 GMT -6
The sun is setting on a lonely ghost town, somewhere in a desert.
A few run down buildings spot the town and the camera pans over it, rolling down the 'street'. A single tumbleweed bounces across, listly rolling up dust and disappearing behind a trough.
A drifter in a trenchcoat appears at the edge of town, dust circling his feet as he walks.
The camera gets closer, the drifter's hat obscures his face.
His head tilts up and from under the hat, you can see Robby Marshall smile.
The scene fades and is replaced by the same street bathed in sun.
The drifter is gone and a few townspeople are moving about.
The camera pulls back and shows a director sitting in his chair.
Robby Marshall starts to walk past and tosses his hat to a lady standing nearby.
There are several folks standing around in plain clothes, some holding clipboards, some getting others coffee.
Robby heads to a trailer and steps inside.
Robby Marshall takes the disc out of his DVD player. He's sitting in his Navigator, finished watching, he tosses the disc into the center console. Smoke rolls inside the cab.
"Because this is NCW.. All I can say is, my favorite color is green."
Robby sits back and props the camera up on the dash, straightening his ball cap. A large 'E' is emblazened upon it.
"So, I've heard this cat Destructor! tell me that I was too scared to show my face.. I saw him do his thing on NCW, shooting his promo trying to get some street cred.. It's funny, this guy reminds me of myself.
When I was like, twelve.
But, here's the thing.. I know how the world works. Why would anyone bother to save anyone? These people aren't grateful for your help. There might be one out of a hundred who would be bothered to say 'thank you'."
Robby leans forward and lifts a CD from his console and puts it off camera.
"That's why i do what I do.. Every person I piss off, I get exposure. I've seen the NCW forums, they all hate me. A few will stick up for me, not denying my skills on a mic, but for every one of them, they's a hundred who can't stop runnin' they mouth. You don't like my rhymes? You don't like my color? You don't like my style, my choice in music, what I say, what I don't say..
..sighs..
Don't you get it NCW? I'm not here for you bloggers, not here to impress you. I'm here to make a check, I'll get the respect I deserve eventually.. If i gotta beat it out of every one of you."
Music begins to play.. the speakers thump.
"Hey yo.. this goes out to everyone in NCW.. See if you can keep up with me.. Hope you don't choke on this one. Heh heh!"
The beat starts..
"And nobody gonna stop my flow,
ain't nobody gonna give me dough,
Ain't nobody gonna do sh!t till I motha-f**ckin' hit the flo'
Everybody's walkin', talkin' spittin' at me like I'm lyin' in chalk an
The CSI's are tracing my outline, callin' it murder-suicide
Someone please tell me why, NCW why you got to lie?
Leonard Fox? He can suck my socks..
All you people do is chuck rocks
Callin me out sayin' 'Rap is whack--
why you gotta act like that?'
I call em how I f**ckin sees em
Steve Awesome? He's up to lady pleasin'
But all that rooster c**kin',
prolly gonna get him jock-itch
Prob'ly herpes, prolly syphlis
His junks gonna fall off, you gotta see this
When someone tells him he's whack
he goes home
and smokes some crack
But not the drug, it's your wife
he's snortin' those butt cheeks
ruinin' your life
And that's something I just can't handle
It's like he lives for baby scandals
But that's okay
just for him
I'll let him off
with a war-nin'
And we can't just get along...it's just too damned funny
Let me give some credit..
N Dot Productions..
Bring the beat back. yeah..
Here we go again!
So Doctor Insano, let me think
I think I already insulted your dink
I already called you out
you and your boy you gotta think
that the only p**sy you'll ever see
is stuck up in some old tree
All you gotta do is follow me
and you'll get some just for free
someone will take pity on ya
make you men, maybe playas
But you whack, yeah you nerds
Doctor Steel wants his gimmick back
Or haven't you heard?
This is balls, this is dumb
Nobody is gonna give a f**k
That I'm callin' em out
while I'm in my truck
I got my dime I got my piece
Now I gotta break bad on this record sheesh!
Napoleon Dynamite, yeah, that's right
Everyone is in shock and fright
Cuz I'm bustin' tight rhymes in my spare time on these small fries
All these people with their lives
couldn't be bothered to read these few lines
All I gotta do is stop to think
Maybe I just messed up this week
Everyone says rap is through
but what's it take to get through to you?
Do I have to shave my pits?
Put on some spandex?
Save some kids?
All I know, that's what these jokers do
Get in the ring, yeah that's you
But run around, save your spew
You runnin' scared from my Mountain Dew
Feel the heat
Feel the backlash
All your gonna feel is my feet against your a$$
Time is up, now your through
Hang em up
And you're too new
Wait, what the f**k am I sayin'?
I signed on not too long after you..
N Dot Productions..
The scene fades to black.
A few run down buildings spot the town and the camera pans over it, rolling down the 'street'. A single tumbleweed bounces across, listly rolling up dust and disappearing behind a trough.
A drifter in a trenchcoat appears at the edge of town, dust circling his feet as he walks.
The camera gets closer, the drifter's hat obscures his face.
His head tilts up and from under the hat, you can see Robby Marshall smile.
The scene fades and is replaced by the same street bathed in sun.
The drifter is gone and a few townspeople are moving about.
The camera pulls back and shows a director sitting in his chair.
Robby Marshall starts to walk past and tosses his hat to a lady standing nearby.
There are several folks standing around in plain clothes, some holding clipboards, some getting others coffee.
Robby heads to a trailer and steps inside.
**
Robby Marshall takes the disc out of his DVD player. He's sitting in his Navigator, finished watching, he tosses the disc into the center console. Smoke rolls inside the cab.
"Because this is NCW.. All I can say is, my favorite color is green."
Robby sits back and props the camera up on the dash, straightening his ball cap. A large 'E' is emblazened upon it.
"So, I've heard this cat Destructor! tell me that I was too scared to show my face.. I saw him do his thing on NCW, shooting his promo trying to get some street cred.. It's funny, this guy reminds me of myself.
When I was like, twelve.
But, here's the thing.. I know how the world works. Why would anyone bother to save anyone? These people aren't grateful for your help. There might be one out of a hundred who would be bothered to say 'thank you'."
Robby leans forward and lifts a CD from his console and puts it off camera.
"That's why i do what I do.. Every person I piss off, I get exposure. I've seen the NCW forums, they all hate me. A few will stick up for me, not denying my skills on a mic, but for every one of them, they's a hundred who can't stop runnin' they mouth. You don't like my rhymes? You don't like my color? You don't like my style, my choice in music, what I say, what I don't say..
..sighs..
Don't you get it NCW? I'm not here for you bloggers, not here to impress you. I'm here to make a check, I'll get the respect I deserve eventually.. If i gotta beat it out of every one of you."
Music begins to play.. the speakers thump.
"Hey yo.. this goes out to everyone in NCW.. See if you can keep up with me.. Hope you don't choke on this one. Heh heh!"
The beat starts..
"And nobody gonna stop my flow,
ain't nobody gonna give me dough,
Ain't nobody gonna do sh!t till I motha-f**ckin' hit the flo'
Everybody's walkin', talkin' spittin' at me like I'm lyin' in chalk an
The CSI's are tracing my outline, callin' it murder-suicide
Someone please tell me why, NCW why you got to lie?
Leonard Fox? He can suck my socks..
All you people do is chuck rocks
Callin me out sayin' 'Rap is whack--
why you gotta act like that?'
I call em how I f**ckin sees em
Steve Awesome? He's up to lady pleasin'
But all that rooster c**kin',
prolly gonna get him jock-itch
Prob'ly herpes, prolly syphlis
His junks gonna fall off, you gotta see this
When someone tells him he's whack
he goes home
and smokes some crack
But not the drug, it's your wife
he's snortin' those butt cheeks
ruinin' your life
And that's something I just can't handle
It's like he lives for baby scandals
But that's okay
just for him
I'll let him off
with a war-nin'
And we can't just get along...it's just too damned funny
Let me give some credit..
N Dot Productions..
Bring the beat back. yeah..
Here we go again!
So Doctor Insano, let me think
I think I already insulted your dink
I already called you out
you and your boy you gotta think
that the only p**sy you'll ever see
is stuck up in some old tree
All you gotta do is follow me
and you'll get some just for free
someone will take pity on ya
make you men, maybe playas
But you whack, yeah you nerds
Doctor Steel wants his gimmick back
Or haven't you heard?
This is balls, this is dumb
Nobody is gonna give a f**k
That I'm callin' em out
while I'm in my truck
I got my dime I got my piece
Now I gotta break bad on this record sheesh!
Napoleon Dynamite, yeah, that's right
Everyone is in shock and fright
Cuz I'm bustin' tight rhymes in my spare time on these small fries
All these people with their lives
couldn't be bothered to read these few lines
All I gotta do is stop to think
Maybe I just messed up this week
Everyone says rap is through
but what's it take to get through to you?
Do I have to shave my pits?
Put on some spandex?
Save some kids?
All I know, that's what these jokers do
Get in the ring, yeah that's you
But run around, save your spew
You runnin' scared from my Mountain Dew
Feel the heat
Feel the backlash
All your gonna feel is my feet against your a$$
Time is up, now your through
Hang em up
And you're too new
Wait, what the f**k am I sayin'?
I signed on not too long after you..
N Dot Productions..
The scene fades to black.