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Geniuses I present : RG City Vol. 2
Dear fellow citizens of Rap Genius! We have yet another case on our hands. Now as some of you may know, a very devilish article was recently posted by some scheming, conniving, paranoid, self-pitying man with esteem issues by the name of Byron Crawford. The article in its essence can be found here
Now regardless of the stance you have on said article, His anonymous source remains to be found…
As I set out into the night, I had one thing on my mind. My most recent client (fuck you Crawford, two can play this anonymous game ), had thrown me an interesting proposition. RG City was in haywire. One of the local conspiracy publications called Cawkfords Creative Cookiness had recently published a very…. interesting article to say the least. Seems two of the RG Mafioso-esque Editors had been caught partaking in some tomfoolery! RG City and it’s surrounding suburbs were caught in the midst of quite the travesty! The one thing all the heads of the RG Underground wanted to know was this…
WHO THE FUCK WAS THE SNITCH?
I had just been visited by my newest client, a very influential member of the underground community. As he entered into my gorgeous detectives office, complete with cherrywood stained Oak Cabinets, Leather couches imported from Kanyezakhastan, a beautiful marble table inscribed with the 10 crack commandments, and a Jay-Z-Boy recliner as my swivel chair, I knew this man could tell that yes, in fact, the detective was EATIN'! Anyways, this man got right to the point. He wasn’t much for words, probably had Aspergers or some shit like that (shout out to da bamma Chief Keef, here’s to never talkin' homeboy!). RG City deserved to know who was leaking incriminating photos to the public! Anyways, we quickly decided that this snitch needed to be found. I even told him I’d do it free of charge. Hell, RG City is my stompin' grounds too! And If anyone’s an informant, they best be on my confidential Payroll! The detective pays well for information; I’ll be damned if a snitch should be going to the press.
So as I set out into the night I knew this case would require some… highly confidential and probably very underground knowledge. I went to my first informant. A man by the name of… Donny Bravo. Some of you may know Donny was at the scene of the crime that was published in this newspaper ( or whatever it is, it’s not really factual representations of RG City anyways). As I sat down with the PokePun baller himself, we slowly went over the situation. I had him go over everyone who was at the scene, what he’d been smokin' that day, what kind of pokemon puns he’d come up with for some recent raps, you know usual informant shit. Donny let me in on a little secret. Seems that one person who had been present at the time was none other than my homie Detective Morris, known in the streets as PioZon. I quickly dipped over to PioZon’s mansion for a little conversation.
I approached PioZon ( a fellow detective/journalist and da homie for realz), and we sat down around his dinner table. We whipped out our record player and started bumpin' some classic Rhymsayers and Aesop Rock, and slowly reminisced over the days when we were first introduced to hip hop. As the day drew to a close, and the bottles dwindled down to their last drops, I asked my closest ally in RapGenius City an honest question. Did he know anything about the snitch?
Now homies, this is where shit got sticky. Pio froze up a bit, and I could tell I had him. He wanted to show me what he had, he said, but he was already working on a highly confidential case. I knew we needed to work together on this. Pio took me into his storage room, and opened up his safe behind his painting of the Bazooka Tooth album cover. He dialed in the combination, and swung it open. Sitting in the safe was a mass of documents. I leaned in, and saw what looked to be an edited document. Horror and shock slowly spread across my face as I read what was on the letter. It said – well, fuck it. I’ll let y'all read it…
WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?
In a stunned state of mind, I left Pio’s mansion. Determined to follow this lead, I headed off to my next destination; Know Your Place Cafe, a known destination for white hats and wrestling enthusiasts ran by my other homie Algernon. I slipped on my Kid Cudi T and headed out to meet up with my fellow stan.
But before I finish, peep what the homie Pio’s been doing in his free time during his investigation….
It’s just another fucking day on the streets of this goliath known as RapGenius City. Every morning I walk these streets like it’s my job, It was once; about a thousand years ago… but that’s another story. I work odd jobs around these parts, everything from selling information to writing for a local newspaper. I try to keep my nose clean from the dirt in these streets, but sometimes trouble falls into my breadbasket. Today was just one of those fucking days man…
I woke up this morning just hoping to make a few bucks and stay out of trouble. After picking out what clothes on my floor smelt the best, I headed out into the city down the same path I always took. I stopped at the usually dinner on RassKass Lane to grab a bit of grub. As I sat at the counter, an individual in a large coat sat beside me. It wasn’t crowded, there were numerous seats to each side of me, the fact he sat directly next to me caught my attention pretty fucking quick. He asked me if I was PioZon, I politely responded “Shove it up your ass” to which he smiled and slid me an envelope before leaving the diner with a wide grin on his face. “What a fucking freak” I mumbled as I set my eyes on the envelope beside me.
I opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper that asked me to investigate an imposter roaming the streets of RG city, making trouble for an innocent citizen who was getting fed up. The letter contained the name James301 along with enough rap IQ to feed me for months, I decided to take the case that this mysterious fuckwad had given me. I started hitting up sources and before long had a whole list of first person encounters with this imposter who would always yell “Lemson Won” before running off. One tip lead to another tip which lead to another and sometimes even back to the first tip, it was a fucking nightmare. Every time I made two steps forward, I took three steps back. Eventually I got frustrated with this wild goose chase and decided to treat myself to some whiskey.
After one or seven glasses of whisky, I headed back to my humble little hole in the wall. I took a few shortcuts on the way, ducking and diving through alleys until I happened upon a man spray-painting the words “Lemson Won” on a wall. Upon reading the text, along with a brief pause, I realized this was the man I was searching for! So I smoothly told him”Hey, don’t you fucking…. Shit”, the whiskey had taken its toll I guess because before I knew it, I was stumbling towards him and pinned him against the wall. He denied it at first, I think his exact words were something like “shit” or something, I don’t know. I can’t really remember what happened the next hour.
My next bit of memory was back at my home, I guess I got there safely. My suspect was tied to a chair in the kitchen, he looked mighty bruised up. He most likely tripped when we calmly walked here. Anyways, as I walked in he started to admit to his crimes, I grabbed a beer and hit him over the head with it. It was an accident.
I woke up the next morning with a headache to find that my perp was still tied up in the kitchen, passed out smelling of booze. He obviously has a problem with liquor. I smacked him back awake and got him a pen and paper to write down his account of his crimes. It was all foolish shit until he mentioned a man approaching him and offering him money to continue what he was doing. I noticed the name Tunes and asked who this individual was. He replied “some fucked up dude, I heard he used to be in a mental hospital.” After talking to him further about his experience, I realized this story went deeper than I could’ve ever imagined. Eventually I “convinced” him nicely to wear a wire to the meeting and in return I would leave his identity anonymous. What I recorded was shocking…
None of this made any sense to me, still I collected the evidence I had obtained and stored it in my secret safe. After a few hours of trying to understand what I had uncovered, I decided to go out and get a few beers and some food. As I returned to my little apartment, an old acquaintance was at my door…
After he left I wasn’t sure what my next move should be… I tried to ease my mind by watching some TV but the damn thing was all fucked up. Eventually I decided to head to Know Your Place Cafe to meet up with my fellow detective and help him solve this case.
Today was just one of those days man…
You found who was my ghost account
you can fuck my bitch
gotdamn. yall type ALOT
can somebody summarize what just happened?
I got that shout out from Northstars
That’s that shit I like
@dbolt its like a 5 minute read tbr, and it’s fairly entertaining if I do say so myself. just read on playboi!
I pray to god Byron read this, he is such a hypocritical racist knob gobbler.
You guys have inspired me to rekindle my story of Detective Northstars unknown cases.
RG drama >> Gossip girls,Beverly Hills etc.
figure who this is…
Told you guys I was a friendly ghost