Post by Marcus T on Sept 14, 2009 12:24:06 GMT -5
(We open up to a fancy car rolling threw Down Town Ft. Worth. The camera pans to the driver. It is none other than Marcus T. Your world champion. He rolls by a burnning building he once called home. A smirk flashes across his face. Word on the street it is a calling from some one he knows dearly.
Even in dark the ones you hold the closest you can't see.)
VO: Some one is trying to hold Marcus T. They are trying to burn him to the ground. They want to see him fall flat on his face and not get back up. But that is ok, he has been here before. Due to his wisdom he will be back on all ten toes kicking dirt in their eyes.
(The camera soon fades to Marcus standing on top of a building with the wind blowing in the background. He no longer has that large window in that nice lush office. Any more. All he has is this large building that over looks the city. This may not be the best scene like you would have in LA or New York. None the less he still stands above the rest.)
BBMT: Rasta how do you want me to respond. The only talk we ever have is how much you want my title, how much you deserve the title, and how hard you have worked to get to this point.
Sorry buddy you are not even close.
This is not your moment to shine.
Last shot was not a moment for your shine.
You don't have a moment to shine. God, don't give you a light to shine. You are a junkie with a pension for loosing, a walking laugh track.
(A laugh track is heard in the background.)
If you are a world champion wrestler this is the moment you prove it to me. Don't sit behind your bong in front of a camera try to rap a lullaby to me. You get your black ass in the ring and you put up your dukes.
I was not going to respond to you but the brass reminded me that I was in a three way dance and not a one on one fight. I over look you. I over look your talents. I over look everything about you!
You spend so much time being infactuated with my life style, I'm scared if I start looking at you in the wrong light you might start calling yourself Jahmon R.
Marcus T never change to get more fame. He never idolized another wrestler. All he did was keep his noise to the grind.
When I see you Jah I see the shallow end of a man.
Stop talking to me about just fight.
Talk to me about a world recession.
Talk to me about checks and balances.
Talk to me about racisim.
When you told me all I do is talk sports. I went and talked music. If you tell me to stop with muisc I will go to tv. Marcus T change just as easy as the wind blows in Chicago.
Marcus T is your 9/11 and he is about crash land in your life and destroy your freaking career, now take notes bastards.
(insert laugh track)
[scene fades blue]
BBMT:
World Known
World Knowing
Even in dark the ones you hold the closest you can't see.)
VO: Some one is trying to hold Marcus T. They are trying to burn him to the ground. They want to see him fall flat on his face and not get back up. But that is ok, he has been here before. Due to his wisdom he will be back on all ten toes kicking dirt in their eyes.
(The camera soon fades to Marcus standing on top of a building with the wind blowing in the background. He no longer has that large window in that nice lush office. Any more. All he has is this large building that over looks the city. This may not be the best scene like you would have in LA or New York. None the less he still stands above the rest.)
BBMT: Rasta how do you want me to respond. The only talk we ever have is how much you want my title, how much you deserve the title, and how hard you have worked to get to this point.
Sorry buddy you are not even close.
This is not your moment to shine.
Last shot was not a moment for your shine.
You don't have a moment to shine. God, don't give you a light to shine. You are a junkie with a pension for loosing, a walking laugh track.
(A laugh track is heard in the background.)
If you are a world champion wrestler this is the moment you prove it to me. Don't sit behind your bong in front of a camera try to rap a lullaby to me. You get your black ass in the ring and you put up your dukes.
I was not going to respond to you but the brass reminded me that I was in a three way dance and not a one on one fight. I over look you. I over look your talents. I over look everything about you!
You spend so much time being infactuated with my life style, I'm scared if I start looking at you in the wrong light you might start calling yourself Jahmon R.
Marcus T never change to get more fame. He never idolized another wrestler. All he did was keep his noise to the grind.
When I see you Jah I see the shallow end of a man.
Stop talking to me about just fight.
Talk to me about a world recession.
Talk to me about checks and balances.
Talk to me about racisim.
When you told me all I do is talk sports. I went and talked music. If you tell me to stop with muisc I will go to tv. Marcus T change just as easy as the wind blows in Chicago.
Marcus T is your 9/11 and he is about crash land in your life and destroy your freaking career, now take notes bastards.
(insert laugh track)
[scene fades blue]
BBMT:
World Known
World Knowing