Baby Freemans

Performing wit Jae and Reezy

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is The Underground. This where all the rap battles happen."

I followed Riley as he walked over to the DJ, whispering something in his ear.

"W-wait, what's going on??" I questioned, sensing something suspicious.

"Yo ass battlin."

My eyes widened. 

"Riley, you know I don't rap like that. Let alone battle rap."

"Well you better hope yo ass win," Riley says. "I put $300 on it... Wit yo money."

Never in my life had I ever wanted to beat the shit outta my brother this bad. But here wasn't the place.

"This who I'm battling?" A guy questions. He was tall, dark skinned, and had gold grills in. "The lil singer from Band Blast?"

"Excuse me?" I scowled. I didn't like people mocking me.

"Whatchu finna do? Sing me a song?" Everyone around me began laughing and I could feel my anger rise. 

"You wanna show his ass?" Riley asked. "Rap about it. Tell em how you feel, sis."

The beat went and the other guy (who's name I found out was King E) went first. He rapped about how I was little and nothing but a singer. People laughed at some of his verses and it only added fuel to my fire. 

I was handed the mic and I scowled, a serious look on my face that made King E's expression change a bit.

Jada: Look at y'all niggas. 

I looked him and his crew up and down and made a stank face.

Jada: Niggas. Look at y'all niggas. Niggas. 

"This should be good," I hear Riley say.

Jada: Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas, after every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas. Nigga-nigga. 

King E and his crew gave nervous looks.

Jada: Look at y'all bitch ass niggas, stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas. Nigga-nigga. Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas. Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas. Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas, talkin' 'bout "It's paid off" but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga. Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas. Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga, nigga, nigga. Look at y'all can't get a job so you plottin' how to rob ass niggas. I ain't gotta check for y'all, but if I'ma check for y'all. I'ma need a check from y'all niggas. I don't want sex, give a fuck about your ex, I don't even want a text from y'all niggas. I'm rapin' you niggas. Look at this pic, look what the fuck I gave to you niggas. Ain't feelin' these niggas. Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas

The crowd "ooh'd" and started laughing. King E wasn't as mighty as he thought he was. He thought just because I sang, I couldn't light his lil ass up. I was stinging him and his friends, and I didn't plan on holding back either.

Jada: Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club, one bottle full of bub' ass niggas. Look at y'all not havin' game ass niggas, y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas. Same cup in the hand ass nigga, in the club with a credit card scam ass nigga. No dick in the pants ass nigga, I be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga. I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga. I would never lie, even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai. Pussy, you tried, pussy ass nigga you lie, pussy ass nigga, you high. Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski. Art on the wall, Basqui, fuck who see. Look at you fake dope dealers, know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas. Talkin' 'bout ki's, say it's ki's in the van, but he really move grams and he split it with his mans.