L.A.S.T

This is the story of Leo Anthony Smith Taylor he is the last of his family to make something of himself. Just like the initials of his name he is the L.A.S.T. surviving member of his family besides his cousin. Leo lives in New York City and the only family he has left is his little cousin Kevin Quincy; Leo calls him “Q” and the ladies like to call him “Cutie Q” he didn’t like either of the names but he grew to like them. Leo originally resided in Chicago but he was given a scholarship from Syracuse University in New York. Leo had always dreamed of being a hip-hop artist and New York is the perfect place to search for that dream. Although nobody in his family approved besides Kevin who dreamt of being a music producer. Q also gained a scholarship in sound engineering; during their college experience both cousins lost their parent in a plane accident. Both of their parents were on their way to visit their children and both died on the same plane. Leo and Q easily thrived for success but it was time to thrive for what made them happy. Leo and Q then entered the music world because it is what made them blissful they are now embarking on their journey.
“I know this is a formal party but I left my slack and tie
I’m like high florescent light my flow is hurtin haters eyes
To be the winner of this game, and make sure that my score is high
Just like a spray of sweet perfume I leave my essence in your mind
Like a noble swordsman Leo’s bringing honor to the game
Please don’t find yourself an enemy cuz opponents will be slain
Turn every two V’s into W’s Leo’s going for the win
You can call Leo the best before his career even begins”
“Nigga you not hot, you might give a couple of sparks but you ain’t hot” said Kevin. “Nigga stop hating you know I got that shh like quiet” said Leo. “Naw nigga you need to shhh BE QUIET with yo lame ass” said Kevin as he starts to chuckle; “haha get off my jock nigga I spit that ridiculous flow which is surprising cuz I have to use your tired ass beats” said Leo. “Nigga now you speaking in riddles…RETARTED ones if you say my beats is tired” said Kevin. In the daytime Leo works as a PR agent for Bad Boy Reords and Kevin is a sound engineer for ESPN; the type of careers that any regular 23 or 24 year old man would settle for. But these two are different; at night Q dj’s for the 4040 club on Washington Street and Leo performs at the same place. They both promote the album the y just created call “The Sky’s Limit” but tonight Leo and Q are on a different mission. Mr. Sean Carter (Jay-Z) is performing at Madison Square Garden. Leo and Q have backstage passes and the plan is to catch Jay-Z after the show and freestyle for him and pray to God that he is interested. It’s been three hours, the show is over, and the boys have been waiting in the parking lot where Jay would be leaving out of…here he comes. “Mr. Carter I have this 16 from the top of the brain that you’ll love” said Leo; “Oh word…hold on let them go their alright, ok get it crackin then” said Jay.
“Jay asked what more can he say, well I have nothing to add
Because niggas think it’s breezy wait til Leo brings the draft
I’ll give a rough one; you can print the final ad
My name will be the main print the subtitle will say the best
I was ready to die like Biggie cuz the flow just staunk
Now my rhymes is wity I’m spittin that Machine Gun Funk
They say your, nobody til somebody kills you and all
The world stabbed my in the back praying for my downfall
Now I play Big Poppa as I kill inside the booth
Nothin to say to these labels but gimmie the loot, gimme the loot
Left a warning to the playa haters my peoples will shoot
Now what’s beef to a nigga when he drinkin chicken noodle soup
When I had suicidal thoughts music was the only friend of mine
So now I’m making sweet love to the bass and feeding these rhymes
“That’s enough….I love how you put all those Biggie songs in your verse here (Jay hands Leo a card) come here at noon tomorrow and who’s your friend?” Asks Jay; that’s my cousin Q he’s one the coldest producers you’ll ever meet just give him a chance” said Leo. “Alright bring him with you tomorrow with samples I’m feeling lucky tonight you better be something cold Mr….” said Jay; Mr. Leo sir answered Leo “and trust I’m not cold I’m the artic” said Leo; “Ok see you tomorrow” said Jay as he closes the door to his limo and drives off. For any regular men trying to get a record deal they would cry at this moment but for these two. “Ay nigga you move as slow as you rad hurry yo ass up” said Kevin; “Alright pull out your wedgie you feminine ass nigga I’m coming” said Leo. “I can’t believe Jay-Z is interested in yo weak ass you should’ve went to go freestyle for Master P someone you can relate too haha” said Kevin as he laughs at his own joke. “Nigga you always hatin you know you love me on hose dry ass Dracula beats you be makin” said Leo; “whatever nigga come on so we can go pick out the beats we want him to hear” said Kevin. The day arrives Leo and Q are standing in front of the address Jay-Z had given them their eyes pop out a little the title of the place seemed unreal for a moment….TOO BE CONTINUED