"What is all this commotion about? You fellas have a problem with this
establishment and its patrons? I know the music is kind of old school, but damn,
you don't have to fight about it!"
A concierge Gerald said in the presence of all
the restroom attendees. The man eventually lowered the gun from out of Junya.s
face, then gave off a sigh. Junya took $50 from his winnings and gave it back to
the man. The man looked at Junya, and Junya then gave him an additional $50.
"Is everything okay here Ju...Junya, it is, correct?"
Gerald asked with a
hand on Junya.s shoulder. Gerald could tell that Junya had fallen into an
inescapable predicament, and it was Gerald who was going to help him.
"Everything is crisp Mr. Mickens...we was just getting excited over this
emceeing, he got upset while we was battling..."
Junya said with a smirk. Junya
had remembered what G-Man had told him. Here he was; to witness any
outburst or performance from Junya had to come at this moment. The attention
had been directed to where the circle of dice players were. Now that Gerald was
in the vicinity of Junya and the other men, people knew that something serious
was taking place.
"Hey yo G-Man what dat nigga tawkin bout no battul, huh? He ain.t no
rappin' boy, look at his money...tell him G-Main, what he rollin' wit? I put my
best soldier, my doja, and 4 quarters against that nigga right now...!"
A man
with a heavy southern accent spoke with his mouth filled with gold teeth and a
head filled with dreadlocks. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a
wad of cash. He peeled off $400 and then looked around the lobby area.
"Hey yo Brush...Brush wherr you is bwoy? Come serve dis foo rewl
quick!"
The man with the gold teeth and dreadlocks said out loud. A slim man
with a low haircut and a large chain walked up to where Gerald and Junya were
standing. He had light skin and a beard that connected all around his face. He
raised up the lightly tinted shades he was wearing and looked Gerald square in
the face. He then looked at Junya and gave off a smirk.
"Hey yo these niggas be wanting to battle, but they be broke. Only reason
he near the bathroom is to pick up the soap!"
Brush said aloud in front of
everyone. The patrons in the lobby yelled and hollered very loudly. Gerald put
a cupped hand over his mouth and leaned back slightly. His eyes lit up wide as
he extended his hand out to Brush, the rapper that just dissed Junya in front of
everyone in the lobby. Junya nodded his head in accordance with Brush,
acknowledging he was an emcee and he set off a battle. Junya shrugged his
shoulders and looked Brush square in the face.
"What you saying I did only admit your very wishes, niggas too pretty for
women act like they want to be bitches. If you weren.t so light, I would say you
weren.t too bright. Cause the dark that I will leave you in will make you hate
your life!"
Junya stopped and smiled with confidence. The crowd stood silent,
looking at Junya with disapproval.
"Main...that shit was bogus holms...you call that a rap?"
Brush said with
a hint of anger in his voice. Brush tapped a man standing next to him in the
chest and pointed to Junya. He then wiped his beard with his hand and began to
rap again.
"Ay yo, these cats ain.t live, and they never was. I get you high with my
rhymes, your rhymes can.t get a buzz. I roll in Benz 6.s, while you wait for the
bus. You reek of stink, I know you ain.t eatin....go get your weight up! Niggas
like you get ate up, beat down, and sprayed up. Growing your hair out, cause
you can.t afford a shape up! Lo...."