4 years of straight chillin in the cut had led to this. An entire High School career of observation and falling back would soon come to an end. Thurston Scott Raymond III had played this moment over and over in his head and even practiced at home in front of a mirror for what seemed like forever and a day. He had finally mustered up enough gumption to jump into the monthly cyphr. Nobody would expect this of the young mister Raymond but he knew it was time to blast off.
The young men of The Ronald Regan Academy gathered in and around Gazebo #8. Although the final school bell rang only moments ago, the drastic change of attire had already occurred. Navy blue blazers and ties were replaced by oversized white tees and non-fitting fitted caps. Gone were the mandatory grey slacks and black loafers, making room for jeans a tad too large and Air Force Ones a tad too white. Thurston tightened up his yellow du rag and went in for the kill.
“What’s good really, all my niggers?”
After a short pause of awkwardness and some Jesus piece adjustments, Thurston knew that he had played himself. He made a second attempt to be down.
“My bizzle my nizzle’s lemme see that fucking microphone fo shizzle.”
He could see acceptance in the faces within the crowd. The “Shook Ones” instrumental shook the gazebo and the microphone was passed.
“Yo, yo, yo, yo!”
A deep breath followed and the rhymes dropped next.
“I bag ho’s and shoot guns too/I cook coke call me a gangsta boo. What nigga!”
The crowd immediately went bananas. His classmates rushed to the center of Gazebo #8 and propelled Thurston into the air like the champion he had become.
On the walk home all Thurston could think about was the validation he had just received from the white boys. It was obvious what the next move had to be. He felt ready for the gritty streets of New York City. The mansion soirees and weekend polo matches would have to take a backseat to the big lights. He was ready to meet a big time mogul, get signed and become that nigga. All those people who envisioned him as a future Secretary of State were in for a rude awakening.
Thurston had no intentions of notifying the maid or anyone else at his crib. He headed straight for Logan International. Upon his arrival the young man ran into Reagan’s headmaster.
TO BE CONTINUED…WHAT DO YOU THINK SHOULD HAPPEN NEXT???
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4 Responses to “MC Thurston Scott Raymond III (1)”
An interesting commentary already – on this decade or so old phenomenom "the hip hop identity". Curious to see where it goes.
Comment by Foodie Troopers on August 20, 2009 at 8:24 am
well, You have my attention, I was getting all caught up and BAM.. to be continued LOL
He should go through what every rapper in NYC goes through. Trying to hand out a free copy of your mixtape, only to have 9 out of 10 people walk right past you LOL
Comment by Under The Radar on August 20, 2009 at 10:45 am
The headmaster sees the young rapper that turned his school upside and irritably approches him "That kind of lyrics that you displayed at the school was an outrage. How could you come to this school and babble such garbage?" Mister Raymond already knew that he was eventualy going to get that kind of feedback with his style of writing and he was going to defend his writing no matter what because nobody knows how it feels to be in him. However, his goal right now was to take it to the city and pursue his dream. Nothing is stoppin him. So he simply says to the headmaster "Sir with all do respect, theres a lot things you say to your students that at that moment is garbage to them. I got more of a response from your students then you ever did. Have good day sir." And as Mister Raymond walked away all the hadmaster could do was let his jaw drop and be stuck at the response he just received. This young lyricist had nothing else had nothin else placed in his mind except the greatest moment in his life when he signs that contract and is offically on a label. So as he walks into the airport he is confronted by…….
Comment by Angie0425 on August 20, 2009 at 1:04 pm
Oh I likes! He heads to NYC. In the airport finds that he's on the plane with a known rapper (maybe like Nas or Mos Def) and sees it as a sign. Attempts convo with them, exchange convo. Later on in the story he gets played by someone (maybe record execs) for lack of skill…
Comment by The Anti-Pop on August 20, 2009 at 5:54 pm
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