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 the 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 pistols talking smack, but I kinda like that in a way.
And one day, I might say that 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, and LeVar, 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.
You do your thing, homies, 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 rhymes.
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're 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 wanna 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 it, gotta get that straight for all them fools that player 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 faded.
I'll be remade.
Remain in my saying, I'm serving hate to those who perpetrated.
That's pretty much how I feel.
I tell them haters that, uh,
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
weren't always the best of friends.
So, Shadow, can you clear that up for us
and tell us what's really going on?
See, when we have some problems like adults,
we have to squash it.
We form the mayhem clique
because everybody wants it.
The baddest motherfuckers not together.
No one's ever gonna intimidate us.
Just imitate us.
Player haters.
Don't bother analyzing anything we do
because the * we kick is tight
and you know that this is true.
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 as 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 the story for today.
I hope you motherfuckers learned your lesson
and learned how to keep your * traps 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.
Now we're out.