Let It Shine Page #6

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When I write I'm like a puppeteer

Puffin' my string til! the melody sings

And the honesty makes me

spread my wings

Calling me out was out your mind

Send that thought

back down your spine

I'm on the grind, it's all on the line

Road signs say both ways

at the same time

Most days I can't wait to rhyme

Express my stress, elevate and shine

Progress, regress each step's a climb

So I take that test and! testify

Of course he's late.

They're open?

I feel so misunderstood

'Cause my intentions were good

If you could only see that

poetry can hide in the hood

The passion and philosophy

of possibilities

Every dream is in my reach

I find my freedom in this beat

Follow me now

as I break new ground

Swallow your pride

I'll make you proud

All of my life I've lived out loud

We just preach to different crowds

Cyrus?

Roxie, what are you doing here?

I came to meet Kris.

You were just rapping.

You sound just like Kris.

Oh, that? No, that wasn't me. I was...

This mic's not even on. See?

I was just lip-synching.

Lip-synching?

Yeah, that's one of Kris' old tracks.

I guess I'm not just his DJ,

but I'm also his biggest fan.

Wow! You might just be

the best lip-syncher I've ever seen.

Well, I do a lot of karaoke

so I'm pretty good at it.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to meet Kris

so we could grab an early dinner,

but he hasn't shown up.

Great. He's not gonna make it.

The car dropped me off here

and I'm starving.

Oh, that's too bad.

But I haven't eaten.

I don't know, maybe we can go

grab something together, or not,

I don't know what you were thinking,

where your head was at.

Which... I don't know,

but I'm just saying.

I mean, we could... It's up to you.

Okay.

- I like the way you handle yourself.

- What do you mean?

You know, when people like Bling

and those journalists

say stuff about you.

Oh, that flattering article in Ether?

Yeah, I mean, people think

they know about music,

but don't know a thing.

Like that vocoder you use,

just because it's the "in" thing.

It's a choice.

I can tell you can sing a lil' bit.

A "lil' bit"?

I mean, you ain't given me nothin' more

than what I've heard on the radio,

but I've got a good ear.

Oh, really,

Mr. DJ-Engineering Lip-Syncher?

So, you got any other music

besides your pop hits in your vault?

Yeah, I've got a few special ones

for those who can think

outside the voice box.

But Lyla says that vocoder's

the "in" thing right now.

And she really knows the business, so.

Not everyone who sells uses one.

Well, I mean, I know my voice is good,

but I don't know if it's special.

You know, to be just belting out tunes.

I remember when you sang in church

and you were like eight years old.

You remember that?

Yes, of course. The little girl with

the big voice. You were awesome.

I don't know about all that.

Okay. Yeah, you were raw,

but the voice was there.

You've got a really great sound

if you ever care to bring it out.

That sounds like a challenge.

It's more of a nudge. Maybe someday

I can hear some of your other music.

Maybe.

Oh, it's raining.

Is this bad?

Do you wanna go inside?

No, no! It's perfect.

So, what kind of music do you like?

Besides the obvious ones,

R&B and Hip-Hop.

What else do you love?

Oh, Jazz, rock, country, salsa,

gospel, reggae, opera.

Opera?

Oh, yeah. Pavarotti? He's the bomb.

Bocelli, too. I also like female opera

singers, like, Maria Callas...

And Marian Anderson?

Yeah! She's awesome! You like opera?

I like great singers.

Me, too!

I don't know, I just like to be influenced

by all kind of things when I rap.

What?

I mean, when I write for Kris.

Yeah, I just think it brings

more foundation to the sound.

You know, every note says something.

And when it's all strung together,

they should tell their own story.

Wow.

You do know your music.

That's funny.

It seems like we have more in common

than Kris and I.

Hilarious.

I liked Atlanta and all, but I was

just so lost when my mom died.

I think the whole neighborhood

felt the loss when your mom passed.

She was good people.

Thanks. That's sweet of you to say.

Hey, look! Come on, let's check it out.

Hey, yo, yo, yo, here we, here we go,

check it out. Call it.

Heads.

Yeah, let's see what you got.

Check it out, y'all.

Phantom come alive

in the nighttime

I spit freestyles

I don't have to write rhymes

Flow unrehearsed

I spit a killer verse

When it comes to your rhymes

Uhh, they're the worst

Your flow's sloppy

Punch lines I brush 'em off me

Yeah, I'm so cocky

No way you could stop me

Swag's through the roof

Believe that's the truth

How'd I know that?

Yo, I'm livin' proof

I just do what I do

when I'm in the booth

I've got a finer chick

Hotter whip, sicker crew

You just got lyrically smacked

Better think twice

before you try to clap back

What?

Okay. You like rap, huh?

Only when it's real.

Yo, why you gotta get up

in my face, like an air bag

Dude, your breath's bad

You need to step back

In fact forget that

You need some gum, jack

Plus a stylist

'cause you got no swag

DJ's say your whack

You wouldn't have rhymes

if you stole my notepad

And you can quote that,

put it on a blog

So everyone could read it

I've never been defeated

Free-styling is a competition sport

And Rev is king

Why's this fool on my court?

It's not a battle

It's more like a roast

Grab a white sheet

I turned phantom to a ghost

And it's like that

One time for your mind

Revelation with the rhymes

All right, all right, all right.

Let's give it up for Phantom style!

Yo, give it up for Revelation!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

Yo, that's what's up. Revelation takes it,

remains undefeated.

The question is, who thinks they have

what it takes to bring him down?

Man, I got this.

Roxie?

Oh, I see you out

on the town with the geek.

What? You come out

on the street to battle,

but you're too chicken to

go up against me in the club?

Whatever, man.

What? Yeah. That's right.

Can't stop, won't stop. Go on.

Run away, little boy.

Leave him alone.

Rox.

Mm-mmm-mmm.

Sol hear you're headlining

the Rap Grand Slam final.

Which is great,

so you can hand me my trophy,

since you know I'm the only real artist

performing that night.

And, busboy here

can bring along his dish rag

and polish it up for me.

Come on, let's go.

Go. Busboy! Go!

What was that all about?

Nothing. He's just a jerk.

So how's your mom and dad?

They're good.

My dad made me choir director

so I'm at the church a lot.

Look at you getting your praise on.

I should come up there.

It'd be great to see your parents.

Yeah.

Hey!

- You made it.

- Yeah.

Think you could help me out?

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- Come on. I'll play your song.

Same one you sang when you were

eight years old. Remember?

Just go to church with it.

Okay.

Ooh, yeah

With reverence I enter

into this holy place

A home that's like no other

Full of mercy, love and grace

And though it's been a long time

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