My Rap Journey E-Book

Jayo The Beatslayer

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

"My Rap Journey" takes you on an inside look of Jayo The Beatslayers life as an up and coming rap artist. From being shy to rap in public to going on national tv rapping in fornt of millions, Jayo The Beatslayers story is exciting as well as inspirational

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Jayo The Beatslayer

My Rap Journey

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Intro

I’m not a professional writer. There will be grammatical errors and misspellings. I did the best I could. Lol. I do want to thank you for taking the time to read this even if it’s a few paragraphs. Means a lot to me. Whether if you are my family, friends or fans, its taking a lot for me to do this. The question is why? Why did I decide to write this. Well for one this is during the whole Covid-19 pandemic. I don’t know what time in life your reading this but I’ve been home for the last 3 months and wanted to do something productive. I started just writing randomly and it turned into an autobiography. You will understand the videos I have more, that back stories to the songs, just and overall experience of my journey through this hip hop space. I have changed the named of certain people, places and things. I dont need any lawsuits haha. So without further a due, here’s my story……..

How It All Began

"I’m not ready to leave, its too scary to die

I have to be carried inside a cemetery and buried alive" - Eminem

Something about those combinations of rhymes did something to me. It sounded so sweet to my ear and I vowed to indulge more. My rap journey started by accident. Its not like I decided one day that I wanted to be a rapper. Me and my friends would write parody songs to each other in the form of hit songs during that time. The song I chose was "My Name Is" by Eminem. This was before you can google lyrics. You had to listen to the song repeatedly and write the lyrics down line by line. I remember playing it, pausing it, writing down the lyrics, playing it, pausing it, writing down the lyrics, over and over again. It took me about 2 hours. Then I would replace the words with topics that can relate to my friends. We all would rap them out loud during recess and I noticed how my little raps were getting a little more reaction and laughs than my other friends. From there I started writing my own. They were basic, but good for a beginner. One day in school my friends were pushing me to rap battle this one kid. After a couple of days of avoiding it,  I finally agreed. He rapped his verse. Then it was my turn…

"You wanna battle me, that’s a disgrace

I have more rhymes then pimples you have on your face".

Everyone went wild with laughter. He had a load of pimples on his face. It was a flawless victory.  The line sounds simple today, but 20 years ago, that was crazy. It got so much of a reaction the kid didn’t believe the rhymes were mine. I could tell he was embarrassed. I felt kind of bad, but gratified at the same time. It showed me the power of my rapping ability. It was my first taste of the power of being able to rhyme things on the spot. I knew I had a special power only few had, so i hid it for years...

Virginia Vibes

In the first two years of high school, I was extremely quiet with my raps. I would have books upon books of lyrics that only I have heard. I never shared them, never rapped them in public. Everything changed when my mom moved me and my sister to Virginia from New York City. I was in a new high school where nobody knew who I was. I could reinvent myself. Create a new me. I did just that. This is how "Jayo " was born. The students would always have rap cyphers in the cafeteria during lunch. I would look from a distance but never dared to join. One day I decided I had enough of being quiet. This was my chance to show them I can rap. I approached the cypher and waited for the right moment and spit these same rhymes.......

“I sting like a hundred bumblebees                                                       

Fuck you bitch I’m dumping you because I’m in love with                                       

 I punish these emcees in battle shoot arrows like cupid

But no love only thing you falling into is the ground stupid

The crowd I move it the beat I produced it

Only with my voice box some pens and two sticks

I can't afford the other shit, its crazy

I treat my rims like R.Kelly keeps his girls, under 18

It's known yes, leave a lump right on your dome bitch

I’m so dope I can get a girl pregnant over phone sex

I’ve flown jets with all set, missile equipment

ready to hit shit its ballistic hit every bitch on my hit list

Righteous like Farrakhan your arms I tear them off

My bars so sweet fat bitches eat the tape they hear it on

I get more head than umbrellas

Because I the J-A-Y got more dimes than weed sellers"

The reactions to the punchlines were so loud the high school security guards came running because they thought there was a fight happening. Nope. Just me rapping with a passion and a hunger that can be heard throughout the hallways. By this time I’ve had several books filled with rhymes I was holding on to for years no one had heard. I was tired of it. Someone had to hear me. From there I gained a reputation of "the New York kid who can rap". I would rap all day and night. At school and my neighborhood. It was just something to do and it made me better. I will never forget this white rapper named "Skittlez". This kid was addicted to rap. I’m talking obsessed. He would walk in the hallways between classes holding piles of rap books constantly writing and reciting rhymes to himself. He was so obsessed that his high school graduation photo is him writing in his rap book. We eventually became friends and his respect for me as a lyricist gave me a lot of confidence. He was considered the best rapper in our high school so his word meant a lot. He would tell me about this poetry slam that he won a few times. He couldn’t compete this year because he was being left-back. I was interested but had no intention of entering whatsoever. When the day came and I attended the poetry slam, everything changed. This one kid's poem blew me away. It was amazing. His presence, his delivery, the reaction of the crowd. It was just exciting to watch. He was the reigning champion from the last year and this year wasn’t any different. I remember being a little uncomfortable watching him because I knew that I can do the same thing he was doing. I was just too much of a punk to sign up. He received an incredibly loud standing ovation. The energy was crazy in the room. Another year, another win. After watching him win the poetry slam title for the 2nd year in a row there was only one thing on my mind……I’m taking his title next year.

 Next year came faster than I could expect. By this time I’m comfortable in my new school and rapping with my friends every day. Then the announcement came. “Anyone interested in signing up for the poetry slam this year please see…..” My heart exploded in my chest. Already? It was a couple of months earlier than the year before so it came unexpectedly. I wasn’t ready but I had to do it. I already told my friends I was signing up so there was no turning back. After I signed up I knew I had to write something that would get a lot of reaction. It took me almost a week to complete the poem. The closest the date got, the more nervous I became. The image of my whole high school sitting in the auditorium terrified me. What if they don’t like it? I would be the laughing stock of the school. I couldn’t do it. The pressure and fear were overwhelming. I was 100% sure I wasn’t going to do it. One day in my class they were talking about the poetry slam and a girl asked if I was still performing. I said, “I’m not sure yet”. Then some kid I barely knew said: “You don’t have what it takes to do that”. That’s all the motivation I needed…….

Poetry Slam

The auditorium was packed. This was a big event in the school. You can hear the laughs and joy in waves as kids were just happy to be out of class. The judges were very credible and reputable in the poetry field. They were not going to be easily impressed. For some reason with all the fear, anxiety, and anticipation for this moment, you would think I’d be nervous. Not one bit. It was like something took over me. I was more excited to go on then nervous. The countdown began and I’m next after the poet on stage. Unfortunately for that kid, he got Apollo’ed . For those who might not know what that means, it means he was booed off the stage. You would think that would make me a little scared. Not at all. I was ready. That gave me even more drive. No way they booing me. Now it's my turn. I walked on stage with so much confidence you could feel it. I looked at the audience of my peers, grabbed the mic, and went to work…..

I don’t remember much of the poem. It was about going through the ups and downs of growing up and transitioning to the real world. All I remember now is a few lines that got the most crowd reaction, and those lines were….

“I get deep when I bring up my past

By the way, why teachers telling us to put our cellphones away, and there’s are always the ones ringing in class!”

“My voice is getting deeper, what in this world?

Wondering why my thing keeps going up when I get close to a girl

Noticing hair in different places, this is scary

In my room always looking at my dic…(pause wait for shock reaction)…..tionary!”