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Hi, this is Steve Austin reporting live from San Diego, California.
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city, Lil Rob and Mr. Shadow,
a.k.a. The Mayhem Click, and we're talking about rumors.
Now, Lil Rob, we understand you have an album out entitled The Crazy Life.
Can you tell us what kind of rumors have emerged since the release of that album
and some of the things you've been through?
Well, let me put it like this. All these fools talking * all the time.
I was 16 with a bullet representing the 619, but these fools couldn't take it.
They didn't want me to make it, and so they'd rather hate it,
because they just can't fade it, gang-related, situated.
Now I'm back. These pistos talking smack, but I kinda like that, in a way.
And one day, I might say, they're the ones who helped me do this,
had it in me all the time, and I knew this, I'm still foolish, fools are clueless
to what I can do with my ability.
Thought of myself as a cholo, not a real MC, and so I did what I did.
I'm so glad that I did it, because it put some chips in my pocket when I finished.
Using words like, oh, Simone.
Simone, and Levine.
People try to put me down, but end up floating down the river.
See, I told you twice before, but I'll say it one more time.
You do your thing, homs, but I'ma do mine.
And basically, that's what I think.
All these fools can talk all the * they want about me,
because I can give a *, you know what I mean?
This proves I'm above their level, you know?
So Shadow, I understand you're having some of the problems of those little robs.
Is there anything you would like to say to them player haters,
and if so, what would it be?
Man, I gotta give it up.
To them punks trying to *** me.
Talking mad *, because they miss me.
Reminisce me, because they used to talk head up about my rhymes.
And when they heard me on the radio, they requested till I die and die.
Must admit that I love you yapping hips,
because it makes me rap my rolas and my music stacks my chips.
This is Shadow, the crazy vato.
Them fools want to battle when they end up on the gravel,
when they act like hoes and tattle.
Now, why would you want part of this truthfulness?
Don't get caught up in the mess,
because I hate them pony putos dipping all up in my business.
That's straight for all them fools that play your hate,
because ain't no punch I vibe by stopping me from making bank.
I don't need to take it to make it.
My claws, I break it, I'm fated.
I'll be remaining, like saying, I'm serving hate to those who perpetrate it.
Yeah, that's pretty much how I feel.
Gotta tell them haters that you can only witness what you see,
not the things you hear.
Remember that.
Since we're talking about rumors,
I heard that Lil Rob and Shadow aren't always the best of friends.
So Shadow, can you clear that up for us and tell us what's really going on?
What's going on?
We have some problems, like adults, we have to squash it.
We form the mayhem clique, because everybody wants it.
The baddest motherfuckers, now together, no one's ever gonna intimidate us.
Just imitate us, play your haters.
Don't bother analyzing anything we do, because the * we kick is tight.
And you know that this is truth.
Mr. Shadow and Lil Rob making heads bob, and it don't stop,
because we're about to keep on flowing until you see our caskets drop.
It's that one little cholo, back before I go.
Just thought I'd let you know that you could never stop my flow.
So I suggest you put that * to rest.
Quit talking all that mess, you're talking about the best,
and you're just wasting your breath.
That's right.
Because I sit here, thinking, never thought it would be you.
The city that I represent, talking all that *.
Because all we do is kick it, and mind our own business.
Lil Rob and Mr. Shadow.
Scratching fools off the bitch list.
So now you know, where we're coming from.
And with that, it concludes this story for today.
I hope you motherfuckers learned your lesson.
And learned how to keep your trap shut.
And quit spreading rumors that ain't true.
Because that * be getting motherfuckers in trouble.
And believe me.
You don't want part of that.
You don't want none of this mayhem clique.
And we're out.
We'll be right back.