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Welcome to the Tale of Mellow. A number one top selling rapper from the Boogie Down Bronx, New York. With all his success there came a price. Memory begins to fade but once you make a deal you'll have to honor that deal eventually right? The year is 2008, Welcome to the Tale of: 27
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"I CAN'T HEAR YA'LL, I NEED ALL OF NEW YORK TO STAND UP RIGHT ABOUT FUCKIN' NOW AND MAKE SOME NOISE FOR MY BOY MELLOW!" My DJ D-Loose called on stage. Tonight was sold out here in my stumping grounds. Madison Square Garden was full seat to seat. No room to breath and it was time to put on a show for all my fans. I knew tonight would hit different, it was my 27th birthday and sharing it with all of my supporters meant alot to me. I been grinding for this, for so long. All those sleepless, hungry nights when niggas turned their back on me all came down to this moment. Nothing could compare to the rush I felt on the inside. "IGHT NOW I WANT EVERYBODY IN THE FUCKIN' BIULDIN' TO PUT CHA LIGHTERS UP! TONIGHT IS MELLOWS 27TH AND WE WANNA BRING HIM OUT IN A BIG WAY! LET UM HEAR IT!" I heard that and pumped myself up from under the stage where I would pop up from.
"MELLOW! MELLOW! MELLOW!" I could hear ringing out from the crowd. I don't ever get nervous, I was biult for this shit. Hip-Hop was in my DNA.
"Mells, you ready to go rock the house nigga?!" I glanced over my managers way.. I nodded grabbing the mic. Lights went down and it was pitch black in Madison Square. Only other human to reach these heights was Jigga. And I wanted everything HOV achieved and more. Then I finally heard my beat to my drop. It was my first single, a classic that put me on the map "Gunnin'for Ya Neck". My game face was strong.
"COME ON Y'ALL KNOW THE MUTHAFUCKIN' WORDS TO THE SONG!" My DJ called as I popped up.
"NIGGAS DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF RESPECT! Take a walk through Bronx wit ya boy. Crack pipe falls, there goes anotha' dope trade. I was doin' what I had to do! Pops wasn't there, mom's was a feen too. It was life or death, cursed at birthed! Shook hands with the devil and shit start adding up. Niggas know when they see me!" Every single one in the joint rapped along with me as I hopped down from the platform that sat high above the stage. "Ayo Dj D-Loose cut the beat for me son!" He cut the beat.. "Put YA MUTHAFUCKIN' LIGHTERS BACK IN THE AIR!" You could see nothing but lighters and silence. "Niggas know when they see me I'm WHAT!?"
"GUNNIN' FOR YA NECK!" The crowed called as I breathed in the moment.
I smiled looking around. "What's up New York!? Is Brooklyn in this BITCH WIT ME!?" Screams rang out. "That's what the fuck I'm talking about! Where the fuck is Queens at, MAKE SOME FUCKIN' NOISE QB!" All the Queen's niggas got wild. "Ight than, Harlem where ya niggas at. Throw ya borroughs in the fuckin' SKY!" They went bonkers. I laughed wiping the sweat with my cloth. "Awwwe shit, I see y'all.. But hold up where my Staten Island niggas at, Y'ALL UP IN THIS MUTHFUCKA TOO?!" I pointed the microphone back out towards the crowd and all the island niggas did they thing. "All facts! But this really what I wanna know.. Where my Boogie Down Bronx niggas at!?" Everyone started going mad crazy. "Throw that shit up then! Bronx we in the BIULDIN' OR WHAT!? NEW YORK WE IN THIS BITCH OR WHAT SON?!" I took in the cheers. "I guess I'm 27 today, so I guess we all celebratin'.. AYO D-LOOSE DROP THAT SHIT!?" The beat to my next hit Chillin In The Villas dropped.
