Interracial 5SOS Preferences

You Can Rap

List of songs in order of apperance:

♥ fuckwithmeyouknowigotit by Jay Z ft. Rick Ross

♥ No Flex Zone Remix by Nicki Minaj ft. Pusha T

♥ Mine by Beyonce ft. Drake

♥ Look at Me Now by Chris Brown ft. Busta Rhymes and Lil Wayne

LUKE: "Baby bring the popcorn its gunna start soon!" Being part of the beyhive, when you heard about the Jay Z & Beyoncé On the Run Tour HBO special, you immediately cleared your Sunday schedule. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Luke scurries into your living room with chips, a large bowl of popcorn, a water bottle and a soda; "If they placed this many special effects on it, how can you just appreciate the music?" your naive friend asked but you couldn't concentrate because the king had taken the stage. "This is one of my favorite Jay Z songs oh my gosh!" Getting up, you got ready to rap the words, "Hov just landed in Rome, n*gga. All hail, Caesar’s home, n*ggas. Chin don ciao bella, come money dance with the good fellas." You knew all the words since it came out. Lyrics just came to you naturally and apparently Luke was surprised. "Hey I didn't know you can rap!" You smiled at him only to finish the verse, "Ya'll know, like we know, I got it!"

MICHAEL: A local club was opening tonight and you had convinced Michael to go with you. You didn't wanna be the only one who wasn't there just in case the opening was a success. From the looks of the line around the block, it is. Of course you get to skip because of Michael's credentials - making everyone in the line butt hurt nonetheless. "Wow this place is really jumping huh?" Michael holds the small of your back making sure to keep contact all the way to the bar. "Yeah I guess the promoter did a good job." The two of you stay there dancing and drinking. After about four fruity drinks and one shot you are gone - the room is spinning, you can't keep your balance, and that's when you begin to rap the song blaring out the speakers. "Running this game for five years, guess that's why my feet hurt. Wonder when they bite me do these b*tch's teeth hurt. Yes I am an icon, that's me on your t-shirt - thought you knew better. Do your fucking research." You tend to get a little crazy and wild out when rap and this is no different. It's especially worst since you're drunk. "Where did you learn to rap like that?" Michael asked looking pleased to find his girlfriend's talent. "Santa wraps, not me!" Obviously you're off your rocker.

CALUM: You would always have to do your homework with your laptop close by. It's utterly impossible for you to do homework in complete silence. Today you're on the tour bus catching up on your studies while the boys are at the studio. The only downside to having your laptop close is that you tend to get distracted by the music instead of focusing on the textbook. Prime example: you mumbling the lyrics to Drake's bridge in Mine; "I gotta pull up on you; you 'gon make me have to pull up on you. Don't go ghost on me, Imma go thriller on you. Imma just - Imma let my hands do the talkin' when I see you baby girl, I miss feelin' on you." Getting lost in the words, you don't hear the lads come in. "I'm dating a rapper now?" Calum jokes as he kisses your cheek. "Oh please that was nothing. Give me some of Drake's harder stuff and I'll show you a rapper."

ASHTON: Skilled rapper - that is certainly something you could put on your résumé. Not only could you spit it, but you could write it too. Mentored by Dr.Dre, your writing skills are impeccable by comparison. You worked on songs with Ludacris, André 3000, and even Missy Elliot. Ashton always found it cool that you could rap but you had only shown him your talent, purposely, twice before. He tried to come to the studio with you and sit in on your writing session, but with him around you would lose your edge and melt into his golden smile. Today however, you're working with Busta Rhymes to finish a verse. As you two talk over Skype, Chris is in the booth recording verse one for Look at Me Now. "How about we put a breath in there?" You suggest looking at the lyrics. "A breath? I take them as I rhyme, you know that." "Yeah but I mean a literal breath for effect. Everyone thinks you do it on one breath so it'd be funny to add a dramatic one." "Wait like this?" He took a deep inhale and you confirmed that’s what you mean. In minutes the lyrics are finished but Wayne is in the studio so you two have time to go over them. In this time Ashton also woke up from his nap and joined you at the dining room table. "I thought this was a closed writing session?" Rhymes asked eyeing Ashton, "Yeah but he's my boyfriend and he writes punk rock so don't worry about it. Let me spit back to you what we have." You cleared your throat and took a deep breath preparing yourself, "You ain't never gonna stop me. Every time I come a n*gga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it.
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta shut out any little thing that n*gga think that he be doing 'cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada. Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything a badaboom a badabang I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple n*ggas that I always win and then I gotta get it again, and again, and then again.” You took the breathe and by now the grin on Ashton’s face is enormous. “And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul a n*gga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style and n*ggas know that I'm the best; when it comes to doing this and I be banging on my chest, and I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west and I come to give you more and I will never give you less. You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press. Do you really wanna know what's next?” Another hit made.