Let It Shine Page #3

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and turn on G-O-D!

Ah-ha!

G- O-D.

Uh-huh!

G- O-D.

Uh-huh!

G- O-D.

Uh-huh!

That's ridiculous.

Don't Run Away by Truth.

Wait, I know these guys!

Hey, we went to grade school together!

Oh, really? Let me see.

Wait, I need that magazine

you're trying to hide from me.

- It's nothing.

- Lyla, come on! Let me see.

Don't worry about the critics,

they get paid to criticize.

But I'm sick of them saying

I'm hiding my real voice

just 'cause I use a vocoder.

I mean, lots of other artists use it.

Why do they have to pick on me?

Because you're a star, and you're hot.

And that, my friend, is all by design,

thank you very much.

Lyla, you've done a great job

getting me to where I am,

but, you know,

a little respect would be nice, too.

Mm-mmm.

Do not use the "R" word with me.

That is for indie artists

playing the underground circuit

who have a message, and no per diem.

Sweetie, you know I love

and respect you.

And not just because I told your dad

that I would take care of you

on the road.

You're right.

So, do we have a winner

of your contest or what?

Yes. This one is good.

So, he calls himself Truth and

it's real music and it says something.

Plus, it's so cool that these are my boys

from back in that day.

He's cute! And he can rap?

Looks like we do have ourselves

a winner. Hello, Truth!

Excuse me. We're from On The Beat.

A rapper named Truth won our contest

and gave Off The Street as his address.

- Know where I can find him?

- Never heard of him.

- Oh, he's right there!

- Hey, what's up, sweetie?

On The Beat is in the house!

What's up!

EB&Flo is here at Off The Street.

We are in Atlanta to reveal

our big contest winner.

You submitted a song

to On The Beat's contest. Right?

Yeah. Most definitely.

Well, since you decided to make it...

- ... we're gonna break it!

- ... we're gonna break it!

Yeah! This is incredible, yo!

So you won the rap contest?

Yeah, son! Can you believe it?

I guess, if that's what they said.

You're happy for me, right?

Yeah. Yeah. I mean, why wouldn't I be?

I just didn't get a chance

to hear your song.

Oh. That's because I made it last minute

and just threw it in the mail.

So, how's it feel

to be rap's next big superstar?

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

I can only speak English, so...

He's too much.

Well, however you spoke,

it was good enough to win.

And now it's time for you

to meet your new biggest fan.

- Roxie!

- Roxie!

Hi, hi! Hey!

Kris and Cyrus, I can't believe this!

Believe it, baby.

- Kris, you look great.

- Thanks.

And, Cyrus, you look the same.

I mean exactly like you did

in third grade.

Thanks, I guess.

But you, you look better than ever.

I mean, not like you

didn't look good before.

I'm just sayin' now

you're just like all this...

I mean, not like all this.

I mean, I don't mean it like that.

I mean, some people here

might think that,

but I knew you back when you were

in kindergarten so it's...

Just, here! And grown up, but just...

I'm just saying you look awesome.

Thank you.

So, congratulations on your success

winning the contest.

Thank you.

Your song was amazing,

it really touched my heart.

And I may be crazy, but I felt like

you made it about me.

Oh, fa'sho. Yeah, yeah, you were

most definitely what I'm rappin' about.

Roxie! Roxie! Roxie!

Y'all need to quit!

I think your fans

want to hear a song, right?

Yeah!

No, I really wasn't expecting this.

Come on!

But, if you insist.

Okay! Okay!

Okay, here we go-oh

Gather all around,

you don't wanna miss this show

If you don't know

It's about to get serious

A Miss Roxie experience

My energy can make you delirious

Take a chance if you're curious

Follow my lead, up outta yo seat

We're about to P-A-R-T-Y

Y'all ain't seen nothin' like this

Ultimate non-stop excitement

My pyro technique is about

to blow-oh-oh your mind

It's curtain call, the stage is set

Spotlight's on

You ain't seen nothin' yet

This moment is something

that you won't forget

Oh, no, you won't, because

I'm saying that I'm something

you gotta see right now

It's the only place

that you wanna be right now

I'm gonna make some magic

That's what I said

I can be anything, like a chameleon

I'm one in a million

It's gonna be dramatic

That's what I said

That's what I said

Okay! Okay!

That's what I said, that's what I said

That's what I said

See a party ain't a party

without me, the element

And anybody who's anybody

be yellin' it

And when they can't even scream,

they be spellin' it

That I be getting it hype

There's no comparison

I don't mean to sound conceited

or even arrogant

Is it the way that I sing

or my appearance that

Be havin' them sayin'

ya girl got a mad flow

And now they following my swag

like a shadow

Oh, so gather round,

gather round now

'Cause I'm about to break it down,

break it down now

There's too much room

to be standing around

We ought to be shaking the building,

feet stamping the ground

I'm saying that

I'm something you gotta see right now

It's the only place

that you wanna be right now

I'm gonna make some magic

That's what I said

Yeah, I can be anything,

like a chameleon

I'm one in a million

It's gonna be dramatic

Hey! That's what I said

That's what I said

Hey! That's what I said

That's what I said

Hey! That's what I said

That's what I said

Thank you, thank you!

Thank you, love y'all!

But please, give it up

for our new rising rap star!

What up, y'all?

He keeps it so real,

he calls himself 'Truth'!

- Truth! Truth! Truth!

- Truth?

They got my name wrong.

No, I'm Kool Kris.

Who in the heck is Truth?

That's me. I'm Truth.

What? Well, why are they saying

that you won when I did?

- That photo I sent in.

- What photo?

I sent in a photo of both of us.

They probably thought that you

were Truth. They made a mistake.

Sol really didn't win nothin'?

No. I mean, no, you didn't.

Man! I guess we gotta

straighten this out, then.

Yo, On The Beat,

what you want with this wannabe?

You need a sick rapper,

not a sucker MC

I'm like a pit bull and he's a puppy

A candle-lighting, incense-burning

spoken-word-reading yuppie, a rookie

And plus his flow is garbage, sucky

Guaranteed ain't nothing

gonna touch me.

Kris, don't even lower yourself

to his level, okay?

Truth is better than that, right?

Roxie. Roxie, please, just don't.

Now look who's talkin'

Roxie, the diva

She's got him on a leash

like a golden retriever

Standing over this under-achiever

She says he's the truth

Well, I'm not a believer

It's time to go. Time for us... Let's go.

I'm gonna tell her, all right, bro?

All right.

What you staring at, Opie?

Man! I mean, who knew

my homeboys both had talent.

I mean, you with the fly tunes,

and now Kris is the king of rap?

I mean, come on, who knew?

Kris isn't the king of rap.

I mean, there must have been

some kinda mix-up.

The song that won the contest is mine.

I just sent in this photo

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