Post by Skrabz on May 22, 2019 9:51:14 GMT -6
Location: Toll Gang Studio, Stratford, London.
Date: 20th May 2019
Time: 5.45PM
"It's about fuckin' time fam"
If you were to base your opinion on the pungent smell of cannabis or the empty beer bottles scattered around the crowded, smoke filled studio, you might mistake the scene in front of you for the final hours of a heavy session, and you would be mistaken. This is work, and the discarded remnants of the days indulgences are a testament to just how hard Skrabal Stanzas has been working. Every bottle is a chorus, every stubbed out joint is a verse. Just as the vices were consumed, the words were scribbled furiously on to the page in to bars and patterns containing connections and references his sober mind could never conjure.
Skrabal sways slightly as he walks in to the small sound proof booth, with Ty, Nash, Quiet Man and other members of his Toll Gang family waiting with bated breath to hear those words recited. Skrabz takes no time to compose himself, choosing instead to walk straight up to the microphone, put on his headset and unleash his verbal assault over heavy bass laden beat.
"Show appreciation when you're in my presence
Or I'll use ya jaw bone to test my ninja weapons
Date: 20th May 2019
Time: 5.45PM
"It's about fuckin' time fam"
If you were to base your opinion on the pungent smell of cannabis or the empty beer bottles scattered around the crowded, smoke filled studio, you might mistake the scene in front of you for the final hours of a heavy session, and you would be mistaken. This is work, and the discarded remnants of the days indulgences are a testament to just how hard Skrabal Stanzas has been working. Every bottle is a chorus, every stubbed out joint is a verse. Just as the vices were consumed, the words were scribbled furiously on to the page in to bars and patterns containing connections and references his sober mind could never conjure.
Skrabal sways slightly as he walks in to the small sound proof booth, with Ty, Nash, Quiet Man and other members of his Toll Gang family waiting with bated breath to hear those words recited. Skrabz takes no time to compose himself, choosing instead to walk straight up to the microphone, put on his headset and unleash his verbal assault over heavy bass laden beat.
"Show appreciation when you're in my presence
Or I'll use ya jaw bone to test my ninja weapons
I'm a God to you, you insignificant
It's highly probable I am omnipotent
It's highly probable I am omnipotent
I'm a slap back a shooting a star
Intention is to smash the two moons of Mars
Intention is to smash the two moons of Mars
I rest in a coffin like Nosferatu
And posses the powers of both Zod and Klaatu
And posses the powers of both Zod and Klaatu
My war cry's similar to Dothraki
Unless my skin's covered in blood I'm not happy
Unless my skin's covered in blood I'm not happy
Try avoid me like a dog in the road
If we collide I drain ya energy like Doctor Gero
If we collide I drain ya energy like Doctor Gero
With infinite potential when the trees blazed
I could redesign the universe in three days
I could redesign the universe in three days
It's Mr Get Ya Gyal Drunk And Face Fuck Her
Lay my eggs in her stomach like a Face Hugger
Men of earth are pure divas
I wipe em all out with Death Balls I'm Lord Freiza
With one finger I can handstand on mountain peaks
And hold the same position for a thousand weeks
For exercise I back-flip on a bed of knives
Every five seconds I repeat the act twenty times
Tongue sharper than propeller blades
And fast enough to cut the sun in half when it accelerates
I time travel like Bruce Willis in Twel..."
Back in the main room, Ty is distracted as his phone lights up displaying a twitter notification that grabs his attention as quickly as he grabs his phone. He taps the notification, expanding it to fill his phones screen.
After a few seconds Ty nudges the arm of Nash, who is sitting beside him, Nash glances down at Ty's phone and the pair look at each other momentarily, a slight look of concern on their faces, before Ty cuts the audio to Skrabals headset and gestures for him to exit the booth. As soon as he is out of the door Ty throws his phone to him, Skrabal catches it in his right hand and looks down at it's brightly lit display to see a Tweet from SE Network CEO, "Pretty" Ricky Stanton.
“Seen, seen... It's about fuckin' time fam.” Skrabal says as he throws Ty's phone back to him, before turning around and walking back into the booth.
Lay my eggs in her stomach like a Face Hugger
Men of earth are pure divas
I wipe em all out with Death Balls I'm Lord Freiza
With one finger I can handstand on mountain peaks
And hold the same position for a thousand weeks
For exercise I back-flip on a bed of knives
Every five seconds I repeat the act twenty times
Tongue sharper than propeller blades
And fast enough to cut the sun in half when it accelerates
I time travel like Bruce Willis in Twel..."
Back in the main room, Ty is distracted as his phone lights up displaying a twitter notification that grabs his attention as quickly as he grabs his phone. He taps the notification, expanding it to fill his phones screen.
After a few seconds Ty nudges the arm of Nash, who is sitting beside him, Nash glances down at Ty's phone and the pair look at each other momentarily, a slight look of concern on their faces, before Ty cuts the audio to Skrabals headset and gestures for him to exit the booth. As soon as he is out of the door Ty throws his phone to him, Skrabal catches it in his right hand and looks down at it's brightly lit display to see a Tweet from SE Network CEO, "Pretty" Ricky Stanton.
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“Seen, seen... It's about fuckin' time fam.” Skrabal says as he throws Ty's phone back to him, before turning around and walking back into the booth.
