Introduction To Hard 2 Da Kore (Hard2daKore Book 1)

by Mike Middleton

  “Just get me that mic.” I whispered as I made my way towards the stage. Whoa! It was packed as hell and I finally got to see who that nigga Gameface was. I thought as I stepped around the side of the stage. Oh Shit! It’s that same nigga that I…Oh Shit! That’s The Jakal! That’s the same nigga I beat in the mall a few years back! I thought to myself as soon as I saw him. “Yo Jay, you know who that is right?” I asked. “Nah, who?” He responded. “That’s that nigga The Jakal, remember? I busted his ass in the mall that day, remember?” I reminded him.

  “Oh yeah, that is that mafucka! Oh you really betta bust that nigga ass now for real this time Mann ‘cause he trippin like a broken achilles!” Jay joked seriously as we listened to him rap, and could you believe that nigga actually had the nerve to be spittin’ the same shit I wrote! Again! “Oh hell no, I’m bout to see about this nigga!” I snapped as I started walking out towards the stage. Jay grabbed me and held me back.

  “Calm down Mann we gonna get at him, let him have his moment right now.” Jay said as he held me tightly. “Yo Jay listen! That’s my shit! I wrote that shit!” I yelled as I tried to pass by him. Jay held onto me. “Hold up Mann, Yo hold up! Now our peoples out there already know that that’s your shit! But now it’s up to you to let that nigga know not to try this shit no mafuckin’ more, you feelin me!? It’s showtime right!?” He said harshly as he held me back.

  I calmed down and took a deep breath. “That’s right nigga breath control, focus on your rhymes. He almost finished anyway, o’ bitin ass nigga.” Jay said sternly as he looked on. The crowd cheered as that nigga Jakal, slash Gameface or whatever the fuck his name is held the microphone high in the air. “Iight get ready.” Jay said as he signaled the D.J.

  “Iiight, iight hold up, hold up!” The D.J. announced over the club. “Hey yo, this shit ain’t over yet! Hey yall, yo I got somebody up in here that’s makin’ some serious accusations up in this mafucka tonight! Now it seems that my man Gameface here is being accused of bitin’ somebody else shit! As a matter of fact, I got the man that’s makin’ these accusations up in here right now! Yo Jay, you got somethin’ to say about this shit!” The D.J. yelled into the microphone.

  Suddenly Jay pulled two microphones out of his pockets. “Iight let’s set it off then, yo wait here ‘till I call you out.” He said as he handed me one of the mics and headed out on the stage towards Gameface.

  “Yo hold up a minute! We got us a lil’, mafuckin’ problem tonite up in this mafucka!” Jay screamed as he walked out onto the stage and approached Gameface. The crowd quieted down as he spoke into the microphone. “Hey yall, this nigga right here, he was mad dope tonight just now right? Let’e give him a hand, come on yall let me get a round of applause for my man right here!” Jay commanded loudly into the mic. I heard a few people clap, but I’m guessing that most of them were probably wondering what the fuck is goin’ on. I though as I listened to my cousin Jay defending my mafuckin honor.

  “Yeah me too, i liked it too yall that’s treal, but I’m not up here talkin’ on this mic like im about to rap, cause I ain’t no rapper, and this nigga ain’t either because that shit he just now spit. He bit that shit off of my cousin yall, that shit y’all just heard was my cousin Mann…aka Da Mann shit, but yo.” Jay was almost interrupted by some reactions from the crowd, but he got things in order real quick. The crowd got quiet as Jay continued. but yo yall we gonna straighten this shit out right now, here tonight! And yo dawg I know you got your crew up in here with you nameen!? But we gonna keep this shit fair and peaceful on some violent free tonight, feel me?! And that goes for all MY niggas too! We jusssayin.. Let’s Chill like that group Guy used to say feel me! Where my niggas at!?” Jay yelled as he looked back at me. I heard a big cheer from the crowd that formed around the stage.

  “Da fuck you talkin’ bout dog!? I don’t know your man son!” Gameface screamed into his mic. “Yo that ain’t your man shit!” I heard someone yell from the crowd. A few other voices also opposed the accusations. I took a closer look to see who they were. I had a feeling I knew who it was too, and I was so right. It was Big Ox, Jamar, and a few other niggas that lived in the Greenville area. They called themselves the Posse or CWP because they were mostly from Curries Woodz Projects. A bunch of drug dealers that liked to start trouble. I thought to myself as Jay addressed the crowd.

  “Oh, so yall niggas gonna put yall neck on the line for this nigga! Yall sayin’ my cousin lying!? Iight then let’s see who’s the mafuckin’ imposter! Hey yo Mann, show this mafuc na, show these mafuckas why they call you Da Mannnnn!” Jay screamed as he signaled me to come out. Here we go! I thought as I walked out on stage. The d.j. crashed a beat through the speakers as I strutted out towards Jay and my adversary who I’d taken out before. He stared hard at me as I approached him and Jay.

  “Y’ll already know this my cousin Da Mann! Now he about to tell yall what the fuck happened with this clown ass duplicate nigga Gameface!” Jay screamed as I lifted the microphone up to my mouth. “What’s up yall!?” I yelled as I signaled the d.j. to cut the music. “Turn that mafuckinbeat off for a second I need about fifteen twenty seconds then we can get this shit on and rockin’!” The music stopped. “Iight, I see my Jersey niggas with me tonight, iight listen yall, cause I’m only gonna say this one time and one time only! This nigga right here who yall know as Gameface, I know his ass as The Jakal. I wiped the mall up with this nigga one day word is bond! He told me that he was gonna come back! So I guess now he back with a new name and the same ol’ lame ass crew!

  He bit this song that I wrote called Addicted to the Dividends, yall probably never heard me kick that shit before, until yall heard THIS nigga kick it on a mixed tape, and just now! I don’t know how he got it but...Your bitch, that’s how he got it!” Somebody yelled from crowd. “What!? Who the fuck was that!?” I yelled back but no one answered. It sounded like that nigga Big Ox. “No, you the bitch bitch!” I answered back loudly as I got ready to spit. “That’s iight, cause I’m about to put an end to all this bullshit right now, Yo D.J., bring that mafuckin beat back!” I yelled as the beat smashed throughout the club. “Iight, yall heard my man shit, I mean MY shit yall man was kickin right!? Well this shit right here is the remix!” I yelled as my mind melted into the groove of the beat. The rhymes I wrote earlier instantly came into memory as I began my verbal assault on Gameface.

  Now as I stare u straight ur eyes an see da fear in ‘em, an yall betta not come near here or interfere when dis here hit em like deathrow u can take it dis 2 da chair witchu, electrify u now u dying an take that Teddy Bear witchu! (pointing at Big Ox) strapped down eyelids tapped up to stay shut hit da switch an make that nga never wake up now U foaming from da mouth whole body shakin’ up Gameface died straight up, hiz braincells ate up an’ aint no comin back from dat, you well done now u can tell ur story from hell mell-ton(melting) talkin’ ‘bout them ngz u killdt till u felt one Blackjack -bad hand--u got dealt one well son cheaters never win an’ winners never cheat like real niggaz never sleep, fake niggaz never eat And it’s getting hard to cope with my addiction and im getting sicka tryina kick this shit!

  Cause im addicted to the dividends, you gotta be in it to win it if you get the chance betta get up in it--cause the sky’s the limit--betta make that take that or else, you won’t ever get it back

  Suddenly Gameface tries to interrupt, but was cut off by Jay as the d.j. continued on with the beat. “Yo let my man finish! You gonna get your chance to rock!” Jay screamed into the microphone as I contunued.

  That’s right ‘cause ima fiend for dat mad cashflo turn’d from goody boy 2 rotten rascol! (rascal) and this a fact yo---I took out this Jackal I be Da Maaan ‘bouta get you open like a lasso gettin dirty like that trash up in ya asshole comin thru da front doe, & out the back doe (door) I’m in it 2 win it lock it down like a shacko (shackle) addicted 2 da Dividends goin wacko got u spinnin ‘round like a wheel on dat axo (axle) & anywhere I lay my hat dat’s my casto (castle) Jammin up the airwave
s comin back at u crash u with the force like a dark shadow stampedin mafuckas like a herd of cattle and if you ain’t got no doe that’s what’s the matter yo ha ha you broke cause you shouldn’tna been trickin with them pigeons cause now them chickens done gotchu for all ya dividends-(you not)

  Addicted to the dividends, you gotta be in it to win it if you get the chance betta get up in it---cause the-- sky’s the limit --betta make that take that, or else, you won’t ever get it back!

  I looked out into the crowd to see if they were feeling me and I heard some oooh’s and ahhh’s as I kicked my rhymes. I glanced over towards Gameface and then at Big Ox, Jamar and the rest of their crew as the music’s tempo thrusted me into my last verse as I turned and waved my hand across the whole room.

  now all yall Addicted 2 da Dividends in it to win it I got this whole club lookin’ like one big clinic And if yall can’t hear me clearly pull up dem antennas Im movin like a God & eatin dinner wit da sinners I fucks with money manipulators unisersal invaders & I kick that slick shit 2 da chicks like cators Da Mann’s da greatest watch me make that take that & yo piggy bank when u shake that ima break that Now ain’t dat Gameface runnin back like a stray cat 2 tha other side of town where dem snakes be at (pointing at Big Ox and his crew) U say u rakin in Dividends then where ya rakes at? U say u splittin up ends my nig--where ya safes at? This b dat payback 4 my Divvy Dividends jack Yall ngz know who Da Mann now step up face 2 face that! ‘Cause…(I stepped in close (face to face) to Gameface and then addressed the crowd during my last chorus) “I’m addicted to the dividends, u gotta be in it to win it if you get the chance betta get up in it---cause the— sky’s the limit—betta make that take that, or else, you won’t ever get it back!” The crowd cheered for me as I stood and stared face to face at Gameface. He stared back at me, smirked and nodded his head. I turned towards the crowd again,

  “That right y’all, that whackass shit you did homey, stealing my shit ain’t about nothing. I keeps a remix on standby dawg!” I screamed into the mic over at him as the crowd cheered, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath. I looked over at Gameface to see what he had to say. “What now nigga!” Jay screamed. Gameface looked towards us and then at the crowd as they grew silent. “Bust that nigga ass Face! Show that nigga the truth son! Get at that nigga Face!” Big Ox and the rest of their crew yelled from the crowd. “Iight iight! I’ma address this nigga right now right here once and for all! First of all, I wanna say, nigga, I didn’t bite your shit! I took it!” Gameface admitted, smiling as the crowd responded with oohs, aahs, cheers and boos at his confession. “That’s iight though, because I knew that that would call this, sorry rappin’ ass nigga out y’all!”

  “That’s right, and it worked too!” Big Ox interrupted from the crowd. “And now look you about to get yo ass taken out by me! The one and only..GAMEFACE, AKA THE JAKAL! Iight D.J., you gave that nigga some of love! Now let me get some of that shit!” Gameface ordered as the D.J. played the beat. “Yea nigga, now I want you to listen to this shit reeal good! ‘Cause this shit is for you cocksucka!” He yelled into the mic and then began spitting his lyrics at me.

  “Now take that Unh! All up in ya face son of a bitch, now u niggaz wanna test me and see if I flinch?

  Say it aint so? ‘Cause where I go you can’t go, Gameface! What I don’t show you won’t know! I lay rhymes like landmines light you up like tan lines hey mon(Mann) betta watch what u say mon(Mann) with dem words--bout to shit on u niggaz like turds, & all u catz that be singin’ like birds, u gets served, & all u rats gettin slaps an caps haven’t you heard, now you got sum nerve tryin play me like sum Herb! (word?) Dime dropper, part time ass crime stopper ya front line blockers------can’t even stop us-- C Dub Soldierz---full time money folders, we flippin Keys to Gees to get over see I told ya, as the world turns yo shit is only gettin older now you call yaself Da Mann but, nobody knows ya!!

  Now it’sss time to go ‘cause niggaz tryina stop my flow hatin on me cause I’m clockin’ da doe and I be poppin da Moe, while I be knockin ya hoe that’s why he tryna stop my sho, now say it ain’t so!?

  Yo, so one day im out in L.A., doin my show when I saw this dime piece-prize piece straight up so I---cracked fo’ her digits----and she was sooo wit it & about one hour an one minute later---I was hittin it splittin’ it stickin’ it & she was diggin’ it & whenever I wasn’t hittin it----she was missin it she said she had a Mann but he just didn’t fulfill her needs she said “fuck me please” while I was drillin her Godzillin her----with my King Kong killin her we was fuckin like that seX in dat triple X cinema (yeah!) Hour to hour, (uh huh) sink to da shower she was drainin me--but at same time givin me power enuff wasn’t enuff & I couldn’t keep up with her so I hit up my boy Jamar like---what’s up with her? he said--I know that hoe-- yo--she like to take control she fuckey sucky long time & stay on da go but I think there’s one thing dat u ought to know that bitch a mafuckn’ nympho-yea--& that’s so

  Now it’sss time to go ‘cause niggaz tryina stop my flow hatin on me cause I’m clockin’ da doe and I be poppin da Moe, while I be knockin ya hoe, this why he tryna stop my show, now say it ain’t so!?

  Now we all know ya bitch be screwin niggaz 4 money doin niggaz 4 money usin niggaz like---U DUMMY now say it ain’t so--dat Da Mann be puffin treez on his job & on his day off---still waitin for a payoff im juss waitin for one of u niggaz to reach so I can spray off then switch my identity make y’all mistake me like Face Off watch me transform 2 all shapes and sizes none yall can see me when I be flippin disguises me and crew---we da truth--y’all tellin lies and now Say It Ain’t So that I ain’t fulla surprises so don’t be hatin’ me cause he fuckin ya hoe—yo-- that’s why u tryna stop my flow Now Say It Ain’t So!?

  Gameface gave the D.J. the cut throat signal after the beat played a few more seconds and then stopped. Big Ox, Jamar, and the rest of their crew went bananas. I looked at the crowd’s reaction as some of them cheered; and kinda loud too. I had to admit. That shit was dope, and I began to see a look of defeat on a few of my niggas faces. I knew I had to come back hard at him. Win lose or draw. Fuck it! I snapped.

  Oh! So y’all niggas wanna fuck with me huh? I told you niggas a long time ago not to fuck with me!! Yo D.J., run that mafuckin beat back!! I yelled as loud as I could, and the music began to play. Aight! Let me tell y’all how all this shit gonna end with these niggas right here, I’m about to kill all you mafuckin’ cockroaches! This is how this shit gonna go down! It’s goin’ down jusss liiiiiike thisssss!

  Yo check the drama I got beef wit dis nigga call himself Gameface from da otha side of town listen now he said he takin over my spot he said I need his permission if I wanna rock the mic, now whaaadaaafuuuk ayo now this silly nigga must be crazy u tryna jack me---Da Mann--like I can’t get shady? I see you niggas be at every party shootin hard rock looks round at errrbody, even me when I see niggaz like u, nah I pays u no mind I came 2 represent my hood & have a good tiiime but I can’t see this mafucka right here---takin mine but luckily that I heard it through my----grapevine (I walked over and gave Jay (my grapevine) a tap on his shoulder.) So first things first----I called his bluff dis nigga came mobbed deeped---but not deep enough it only took me one phone call-- now I get mad mafukaz ready 2 brawl--so what’s up ---what!? (What!!!!?)

  Y’all niggz wanna fuck wit me---------Nigga what!? U niggz can’t take nothin’ from me--Nigga what!? Y’all niggz betta run from me---------Nigga what!? Now Y’all niggz-betta Duck!- Nigga You Betta Duck!

  Now what da fuck--Niggz done starrrted somethin so I rounded up my crew--and we starrrted huntin mad catz packed and strapped-prepared 4 warfare now step N2 my Kombat Zone----if you dare Mack 10s- AKs but we don’t need no guns this is bloodsport-----I do dis fuckn shit 4 da fun u mafuckaz want it? u got it--now u niggz gonna get it Gameface take out Da Mann? (nah) I ain’t wit it and Jay Swift said y’all was mad deep too he said: and they might try an creep--2 defeat U so I spread out-1st nigga dat spit--I took his head out- now don’t let
none of deez niggaz---try to get out— you niggz done gone nutz comin’ up in my turf bout 2 turn da heat up-burn u nigs where it hurtz I was tryna be cool---but I guess niggz wanna see all da shit dats gonna happen when you Fucks wit’ Me (Da Mannn!)

  I could tell by the way that the crowd was vibing on every word that was coming out of my mouth that they was feeling me. The looks on some of my peeps faces told me that I was hittin these niggas up good. The look on Gameface‘s face though. That shit he spit was dope, but right now he lookin like I caught him off guard with this shit im sayin. So right now fuck a chorus, I’m bout to drop a bomb and put an end to him and all these niggas once and for all! I thought as I spit my last and final verse. “I got my niggz in position-- waitin for one you dummyz to come in & start spittin and try to put me outta commission---- that’s when dis nigga GasFace came rollin up--- bobble head-mouth nigga & he started bustin but u aint hit nothin hommie -yo raps be whack fuckin wit’ Da Mann boyh--that’s why I’m smackin u back wit’ this hot shit im spittin flyin’ up in da air got u mafuckas droppin’ outta everywhere (yeah) one nigga--two niggaz--three niggaz down-- OH MY GOD---AAAAAHH!! Was the only sound --that y’all yeard----Gameface you just got served! Now am I Da Mann!? I pointed the microphone towards the crowd and waited for my crew as I had instructed them to do earlier. They all screamed out on cue, as I began the closing of my final verse- Now am I da Mann!?(Crowd) HELL YEAH, WORD! niggaz fuckin wit’ me---then somebody gots to die that why I brought these hand grenades---an’ I’m about to let ‘em fly!

  As I was finishing my last verse I reached into my pockets and pulled out a few small smoke bombs that looked like real hand grenades. I brought from a novelty store earlier. I pulled the fake pin from them both and threw them towards Gameface and his crew, then signaled the D.J. to cut the music. The music stopped and then the smoke bombs popped, letting loose a big cloud of smoke. “Ohhh!” Everybody jumped from the smoke bomb’s burst, some even tried to get away from the smoke, including Big Ox and the rest of his crew. My prank worked. I signaled the D.J. to start the music again and Ivan, Raheem, D nice, and a few of my hommies from the hood went bananas and cheered loudly at my performance. I looked over at Jay, and saw that he was laughing as he pointed towards Big Ox and them.