[We see it open to a black and white shot of Reggie in winbreaker suit with his hair tied up as he walks down the cold streets, then he goes into the alleyway and he see’s that there was a turntable and person playing on it with some mini speakers. Then he picks up the mic and the DJ starts scratching the beat up.]
*scratches* "Respect will NEVER be earned."
*scratches* “you're not even my equal!”
Let first off say that man has big mouth a small dicks
With a sizable income for his bull shark testosterone addiction
He makes Bruice look like Lucy in the 60s when he speaks
I mean, he had to take a dig out of some kids and fans
Knowing full well that he needed a hand of relevance
I think to myself I am not to sorry for going the pill-man route
Because he needed to learn how to keep himself humble
But at this point there’s no point of being able to get to him
He’s a lost soul who needs to be on some oxygen against me
I don’t claim that he’ll be one to end me, we just getting started
We coming in to blows for the aftershow festive of pain
I shared myself to the world with my sinful actions that can send me to jail
I’ve sensed that my day would come where I can put some justice on my name
Without the suits, fame, and clout where the hell would be in?
*scratches* "Respect will NEVER be earned."
*scratches* “you're not even my equal!”
*scratches* "Respect will NEVER be earned."
*scratches* “you're not even my equal!”
I feel like from time to time, all I see a person being all fake as fuck
Thinking he’s a Cam Newton who even isn’t relevant since now
I guess that makes him dated more then some court case he know shit about
I smell his republican waves as he blurts his side of the coin
I guess he’s just a toy to ploy the masses to hate his guts
But what guts does he have to not tell the kid to beat it?
Without having to sound so defeated?
I sense that the white kid Kyle is smiling in his crib under house arrest
He’s that kinda guy who willing to take in the ass for the fame
Unlike him, I keep it realer then most as a thug and an outsider
I feel like he’s the one who don’t know how real world is like
Once again, Without the suits, fame, and clout where the hell would be in?
*scratches* "Respect will NEVER be earned."
*scratches* “you're not even my equal!”
*scratches* “you're not even my equal!”
*scratches* "Respect will NEVER be earned."
As I go on and on, to the break of dawn the only respect and equal shit I have is with my homies JB and T
They don’t need the fancy clothes and snobbish attitude like a overgrown fetch bitch Regina George
I did fuck him up in the dice game of the in ring game, and I had to make it clear that he isn’t no fucking Betsy Granger
He can say he was next in line for a shot at the Television gold, but I think his banner wouldn’t look so well in the HQ offices
Low hanging fruit is what he’s after in the this life, and he needs to get his roots plucked from under him
I can make that shit happen ten fold either in thirty minutes or less to impress the marks who rant and rave about six star matches
Unlike you, Jim has more status as fucking legend in this place compared to your matches in Japan that most wouldn’t care about watching
While you have those standards of a man who’s a sellout, I’m a man of the people who can break those barriers of rules and races of all places
Cage, when you step in that ring with me down the line, all you can do is ask father time to keep you alive against me
For the last time I ask you this, Sin los trajes, la fama y la influencia, ¿dónde diablos estaría?
[After that was finished, the scene simply fades where Reggie and DJ embraced with a the crowd of six people started to show up to hear this man.]
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