Untitled #1

Track 2 From the Lyrical Bullets Album.   The Un-Anticipated, Un-Released, Un-Recorded Masterpiece from your favorite rapper that you never heard, J. Rock: The Verbal Assassin. There's no story behind this one but it does contain the line that inspired the album title. Other than that, it's just general rap mambo jumbo and a few mildly witty punchlines.

Beat Style:  If this song were recorded, it would have been a simple beat with hard hitting bass drums, a piano riff and a little bit of conga drums in the background.  Something very minimal, dark and haunting.

Title: Untitled #1
Album: Lyrical Bullets (Track 2)
Date: 05/09/99

All you weak ass Rappers know who's The Boss

I'll Run you over with a Jeep

Like Cappadonna, Winter Warz

And I'l sting you

Like Alcohol poured on a Bleeding wound

It gets quiet when I step in the room

My Rhymes stab you in the face like a Thousand Knives

And they get so hot

They Burn rappers and take lives

I'm in the Forrest

Chopping down trees with My Bare hands

Or walking through the dessert

Crossing Red Hot Sands

It doesn't matter where i'm at

Cause I always stay tight

Gettin  you suckas so High

Your heads start to take flight

Ya style is musty

You must have spent the whole month of July with no deodorant

So take your funky ass

to the back of the class, son

Fuck the Impostors

I'm the REAL one

Sometimes I rhyme so hard I spit Bullets

Making your stupid ass say

"Whachu Talkin Bout Willis"

Blow your brains out like Old Man Quilez

My Mind's so Bright

That you need Ray Ban's

Just to look me in the eye

Go Head

Take me to court

You too scared to testify

I Got your heart in a Box

And when you go to the crib

You better Lock all the Locks

Remain Calm like a Shaolin Monk

Sip some ginseng and Do some Kung FU

Cause you'll be screaming in the streets

when I start to come through

I'll cremate your sorry asses

and take the ashes

Dump them in a pipe

Give it to your mama to smoke

I'll speak 3 words

Make you collapse and choke

Cause I'm the master

Puttin you through Natural Disaster

Like a Hurricane, I'll Pillage your Village.

Music Video Vision:

The Video for this song would be simple as the beat.  I'm picturing me standing in a dark stage in a large,  Hall or Opera House, dimly lit with  a crowd sitting in silence. while i'm on stage rapping people will be throwing objects at me: cabbage, tomatoes, rocks. then as the song progresses, the objects get to be more intense: chairs, knives, glasses, tables, tools, cats, etc.  The whole time I'm on stage snd they keep throwing stuff, nothing hits me and I keep on rapping.  Eventually the objects stop flying and i'm just rapping on stage.  At the end, you get a look at the audience and they have all turned to stone with shocked looks on their faces.  Is it because My rhymes are so wack, it petrified them or is it because my rhymes are so dope that their minds can't handle it? Who knows?