Do or Die (AP)

A wide flash of a grin--a bright smile at a familiar face. Someone he knew, so he would definitely say it. 

     “Man, I'm so lucky to find you.

Feel like I need to rap out my feelin's out true.

Maybe it's soppy, but what the hey.

A man's gotta say what a man's gotta say.

To the cap'n of cap'ns, the best of my friends,

From the bottom of my heart, hope our broship never ends. 

Laugh it up. 

Bottoms up. 

Always gonna back you up.” 

What a strange world, and yet J.J. was accepting it openly. He didn’t bat an eye at this stranger’s appearance--for once actually being able to tell himself that he’s seen stranger. With an offered smile and wave, he’d give a greeting as only he does. 

     “Hey, yo. J.J. here, no matter where here is.

Would be nice if you stopped and had a listen to this.

Orange might be the new black,

But I bet people who keep bringing that up are kind of wack?

To the one, two three, I can name three things people keep on giving you the ask.

One, the orange--go tell them to suck a lozenge. 

Two, the wings, feathers, all those things--who needs that bling?

Lastly, three--those shades. Don’t ever move em, don’t ever change, yo.”

ecorising started following you

quirkbred started following you

“Welcome to casa la Mushu. Now I got a few rules for living in this place. Rule one: All cushions are mine. This pillow. Mine. Okay bye.“

A soft snort would answer the dragon as the musician would gladly just sit down on the floor, leaning back against a wall with half closed eyes. 

     “You can have what you want.

I like what I got. 

Being lost was annoying for sure, but growing up in a city environment, in the streets--it was a throwback to him. Still, with familiarity came unfamiliarity--new occurances. All this buildup and...there was someone willing to listen, so with a deep breath, he’d clear his throat. 

     “Yeah, yeah Ayo, lady, it's time. It's time, lady (aight, lady, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap.

The map drops deep as does my sky. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the brother of the lie. Beyond the walls of clouds, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a city state of mind.

Hope the die got some lie. My ally don't like no dirty eye. Run up to the fly and get the try.

In a city state of mind. What more could you ask for? The super map? I complain about getting lost. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cap.

I'm rappin' to the compass, And I'm gonna move your chorus.

I can't take the getting lost, can't take the chord. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no accord.”