Let It Shine Page #10

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But I got caught in a shadow

in the background

But I'm back now

And Kris was all this and that

And my look didn't really fit the rap

It didn't match

He had the style

and I had the swag

So I locked up my feelings

in the words he said

Give me your hand,

and I'll take off my mask

If you give me a chance, that's all I ask

What you expecting me to do?

First you were him and now you're you

Now it's just me,

and you got me on my knees

Roxie, I'm sorry

Give it up for Roxie and Truth!

Or whoever that guy was.

So who's ready for some rap?

Then, ladies and gentlemen,

put your hands together

for Revelation and Lord of Da Bling!

Rox, come on, open up.

I'm sorry, but we were electric out there,

couldn't you feel it?

No. Did you feel that?

I can't believe

it was you this whole time.

You two are just one big lie.

No, you see,

what had happened was, I...

I don't wanna hear it.

Please just get away from me.

Such an idiot.

No, Rox, you're not, I am.

I should've been upfront with you

from the jump.

It's just hard to understand that you

didn't wanna hear my words from me.

You wanted the hot guy

and the hot music all at the same time.

Wrong, Cyrus. It wasn't about his looks.

I fell in love with his.

I mean, your words.

I just wanted someone who was real,

but now it's clear

that that's neither one of you.

So both of you just stay out of my life.

Hey, where you going?

We want you to present the trophy

to the new champ.

Thanks, but I'm not in the mood.

Why don't you ask Truth to do it?

This is his night.

Follow me.

All right.

So we've heard from our finalists.

But there can only be one champion.

Atlanta, show your love for Revelation.

That was a whole lotta love!

Yeah!

Atlanta, show your love

for Lord of Da Bling.

We have a new rap Grand Slam King.

Congratulate Lord of Da Bling.

Yeah! Midtown, baby, let's go.

I told you I'm number one!

Our trophy will now be presented

by newcomer, Truth.

Oh, man!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Look at this.

The busboy just brought me my trophy.

Oh!

Congratulations.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, hold on there.

You gotta polish it up

for me there, busboy.

Oh, oh, oh, wait,

is it Truth or is it Baby Ruth?

You know, you don't deserve this

trophy, because you're not the best.

I mean, you're not the best in Atlanta,

you're not even the best in the building.

Yo! Is that a challenge?

Yeah. It is.

Yo, I'm gonna love beating you

in front of everybody.

We have a challenge.

So let the challenge begin!

You want this battle, huh?

So you're a rapper now, oh. Okay.

Here we go again

Prepare to meet your end

Just looked you up on Facebook

You have zero friends

This kid's a loser

Yo, he ain't even kissed a girl

You write her love letters

I buy her ice and pearls

So how you like me now?

Even Roxanne's in the background

Saying, "Wow, Bling's got style"

I'm off the gold chain

If you're a rapper

why is Kris your backup dancer

Like an extra on Soul Train?

I see your mommy and your daddy

in the front row

They must be embarrassed for you, bro

You're not a real MC

You should quit hip-hop

Now be a good busboy

and go get your mop

Bling, you don't wanna battle

You're the snake without the rattle

You're the boat without the paddle

You're the duck without the waddle

You're the horse without the saddle

The ranch without the cattle

The day without the shadow

Son, I think you should skedaddle

Kick gravel, sayonara,

punk, arrivederci

What language do I have to say it in

for you to hear me clearly?

Adis, amigo

You're over with, finito

This clown couldn't wrap anything

but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold

your mommy's hand

Before you cross the street

You have to sneak out the house

Just to clean and sweep

And now you look queasy

I made him go mute

Put your camera phones up

so you can post this on YouTube

Truth's got a screw loose

He's terrified to bust

So lightweight that

I could blow him over with a gust

You're weak like seven days

You deserve boos

You should walk around

in some high-heel shoes, ha!

You should rock pigtails and a skirt

You're shaking in your boots

Are your feelings getting hurt?

Well, maybe I should hurt

more than your feelings

Maybe I should rip the roof

off the theater ceiling

Maybe you should start kneeling

His eyes are getting misty

You're so whack if you were me

you couldn't diss me

Kissy-kissy

Roxanne, did you miss me?

I'll take you out for dinner

after I've eaten this pipsqueak

And when we're on vacation

I'll let him house sit

Here's a couple bucks

Buy yourself a better outfit

- Get him, Cy.

- Come on, Cy.

You know what?

You don't have a stack of cash

or a flashy pad

I saw you last week

driving a taxi cab

Your secret's out

and now they know, sport

We'll call you

if we need a ride to an airport

In fact, you can drop me

off at home after this

Then you can take

your couple bucks back, but as a tip

You're playin' yourself like solitaire

Tellin' everyone that's here

that you're a millionaire

You're not a baller, you're a phony

I bet your whole crew

is a bunch of rent-a-homies

At night you lie in bed lonely

Your persona's a facade

The only girls you get

are in the pages of a catalog

Here stands Lord of Da Bluff

His lies were legendary

till the Truth made him hush

And what's funny is

your truth is enough

Why'd you have to make up

all the money and the stuff

I guess it's easier to

play the role and act hard

'Cause you don't have the guts

to tell us who you really are

So you can keep a trophy

that you don't deserve

I might just be a busboy,

but you just got served

That's my boy!

Sorry, man.

Get out, man. Man, whatever, man.

We have a new

Grand Slam Champion.

Truth! Truth! Truth! Truth! Truth! Truth!

Roxie, please, wait.

Roxie. Come on, just open up.

Just give me a minute, please. All right?

What? Look, you got one minute,

and I've gotta go or I'll miss my flight.

Look, Roxie, I am sorry. All right?

Cyrus and I, we never meant to

hurt you. He did it for me.

I saw you looking all fine and

I thought that we'd be great together.

Just like when you saw

that picture with me and Cyrus in it?

You thought I was the rapper and

he was, like, my roadie or something.

He's not wrong. It's show business.

I was the one who asked Cyrus

to help me trick you.

And he saw you feeling me

and me feeling you

and he just wanted to do

what was right, you know?

Of course, then I started feeling

every girl in Atlanta.

Yeah.

But if it is the real

that you were looking for,

that's you and Cyrus. All right?

And you know that as much as I do.

We gotta go.

I gotta go, Kris.

Roxie, wait! Please!

Cyrus.

- Kris?

- Kris!

How you doing, Mrs. Debarge?

Reverend.

Do you mind if I join you all today?

I hear you're doing

some powerful preaching, sir.

Cyrus, Son,

it's time to celebrate and be glad,

'cause this brother of yours was lost

and now he's found.

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