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N Sharp ft. SlowDog x Hype MC – Uchenna [Hot Vibes]

N Sharp ft. SlowDog x Hype MC: Uchenna mp3 download.

Fast Rising Act,N Sharp comes through with yet another single dubbed “Uchenna” ft. SlowDog x Hype MC on this smashing track. Listen and Enjoy .

Music Artiste: N Sharp ft. SlowDog x Hype MC

Album: single Producer: Yaga Tuns Song Title: Uchenna

Size: 4.04 MB (4235525 B) Duration: 4:18 Min(s) Beat: 128012.90304211 kb/s audio Genre: Hip Hop T…

(in my excitement over nate’s cover of “stand out” i was inspired to write a fic)

“w-whhaha- what is that, TT?” N Sharp found himself laughing far too hard at the adorable thing sitting at The Theory’s side.

“This...” the other hero stooped down to scoop up and cradle the robot. “...is Skip!”

purring happily in The Theory’s arms was a clearly robotic cat: if N Sharp didn’t know any better he would have thought the cat’s head was a smaller version of his companion’s helmet.

“I built him to keep an eye on the head quarters.”

“so instead of a guard dog, we have a robot cat?”

on cue, a more than excited bark echoed in the literal cave-N Sharp thought the acoustics were amazing- that was the duo's hide out. trailing behind the dog was the unofficial member of the hero team, Officer Plier.

“Hey guys, whats that?” the police officer tipped his hat in greeting. he approached The Theory with Chika the K9 officer trailing behind.

“Skip apparently.” N Sharp gestured to the cat, although his voice was a much higher octave.

The Theory adjusted the robot in his arms, the cat’s scanners locking onto Mark instantly. there was a soft purring sound, like a computer fan. the cat’s tail twitched and Skip crawled out of his position, taking a step closer to the officer. Mark took a half step back, N Sharp crossing his arms and tilting his head.

“haha don’t worry officer, it’s Skip’s security system.”

“why didn’t it do that to me?” N Sharp idly took out his drum sticks and twirled them between his fingers.

Theory out stretched his arm toward Mark, allowing the cat to walk out on it and get a better look, tail twitching, the purring getting louder.

“I programmed him to recognize us through simple yet iconic traits- as his creator he recognized my speech patterns...”

N Sharp tapped at the air with his drum sticks, beating out a very faint drum version of the Jaws theme. he chuckled at the glare he received from the man in uniform and his smirk only grew when the cat decided to get even closer.

“He recognizes N Sharp’s voice as well, a long with that bright neon green mask...”

“its sea foam.” N Sharp’s retort was accompanied by a bu dum dis. The Theory rolled his eyes at Skip swiped at the officer’s hat, knocking it onto the canine beside him, revealing neon pink hair.

“...And Mark’s bright hair dye!” Theory smiled behind his helmet, happy his creation figured out why it’s scanners weren’t able to pick up the man’s hair color.

Skip purred again, the tail no longer twitching as it leaped for Mark’s shoulder. the actions of the robot caused a small bark from Chika, gaining the attention of the cat. to The Theory’s surprise, the tail twitched aggressively.

“oh no...” Theory took a defensive stance as he hesitantly reached for the cat. “nononono i forgot to add Chika!”

the cat’s motor whirled as the visor turned red and the tail shot up in the air. Chika, in her innocent doggie mind, sniffed up at the robot. there was a hiss and if Theory hadn’t caught the cat in time Mark would have thrown the robot -and its set of sharp claws- across the room and away from his dog.

“i forgot to add Chika no no-OW! Skip shut down! shut down!” The Theory struggled to keep the cat under control but the claws were sharp enough to puncture his usually indestructible suit, nicking his skin.

N Sharp exchanged his drum sticks for a neon  sea foam guitar pick and started to strum a set of invisible strings. the “Air Guitar” played a soft tune directed at Skip.

“hush little kitty, don’t c’you purr” the singer took a few steps toward the robot. “N’s gonna your mocking- OH GOD!” 

N fell back as the robot leaped at him, clawing at the non existent guitar. Theory made a mad dash for the cat, shouting various commands that seemed to be ignored. Skip hissed and bared it’s claws at the police dog who innocently wagged her tail at it. a moment before the cat reached it’s target it’s tail was grabbed by the man in blue.

Skip wailed and yowed as it seemed to be confused as to why it was upside down. Mark holding it up and looking it over.

“i think your cat has a few bugs in it, Theory.”

“i am SO sorry!” Theory took hold of the cat, pressing a plate on it’s back. the cat froze in both sounds and movements as Theory fiddled with it.

“You alright over there N Sharp?” Mark called as Chika strolled over, blissfully unaware of the fact she could have be seriously harmed. N Sharp layed on the floor, his cape wrapped around him protectively as the dog nuzzled him.

“Yeah. Fine. Thank you for caring officer Chika.” his voice was shaky as he reached out to pet the pooch.

“okay this was a terrible idea, i can’t believe i forgot chika...” The Theory muttered to himself as he took the robot back to his work bench.

“nah i think this was a great idea.” Mark gave Theory a pat on back as he worked. “you wouldn’t have found out none of Skip’s commands work.”

Theory nodded as he tinkered. how could he forget Chika? the dog spent a whole week in the head quarters after she got hurt and she was at his side when ever she felt like walking. Mark talked about her non stop and N Sharp sang the dog to sleep when she had anxiety. Chika was just as important as Mark! how could he...

he didn’t.

Theory’s scans confirmed he put the dog’s innocent tail wag into Skip. Skip had several videos to pull as reference, the sound of Chkia’s bark, even a voice clip of Mark calling her to get the dog to come closer for a scan! WHY did Skip go into attack mode?

“Hey TT!” N called as he petted the dog. “Have Skip recognize Mark’s hat!”

“what? why would that be....”

Chika sat, tail wagging happily as Mark cuddled the dog. The police officer’s hat sat slanted on her head, covering an eye. with a palm to the visor of his helmet, Theory reached into his pocket and snapped a picture of the scene with his phone. he grumbled about how it was stupid and how it wasn’t going to make a difference as he uploaded the image to Skip’s database. hesitantly he flicked the cat back on. he looked at him and purred, scanned N Sharp -who did a quick doe ray me-, scanned Mark, and than set his scanners onto the dog.

it was a long moment before the cat purred and rubbed against the dog. Theory didn’t know he was holding a breath until he exhaled.

“wait a minute...” Mark mused as he picked up the robot. “Why is it named Skip?”

The Theory was curious about the question, raising a brow behind the red tinted visor.

“I named him after m-”

“Did you know Mat Pat of game theory has a cat named Skip?”

Theory nearly fell over. oh right, Mark is a fan.

“y-yes i DID! a-and thats who i named him after. yup. cat pat.”

Ewe-toobliss, a great city where the talented shine and the not so talented get better. during the day the city is always abuzz with happy, cheerful people- but at night, things are different. the hopeless and sad allow their pain to be shared with others by inflicting it on the innocent. no one is safe from being robbed, hurt, or worse....

“oh! you hooligan! oh someone HELP!” 

an old lady struggles with a masked assalient, her purse straps just about ready to tear at the seams. she put up a good fight, but with a well placed shove the robber freed the bag from the woman and sprinted down the street and into an alley way.

“oh! o-oh n-no!” the elder flailed as she lost her balance, threatening to fall over and break something in her frail form.

she braced for the impact but there was none. she felt someone catch her, straiten her out, and than they ran off. the woman blinked in confusion before muttering a few “oh dear oh dear”s under breath as she tried to catch up to the robber.

in the alley way, man was lurched over the purse, riffling through it as if it held the answers to the universe- or stacks on stacks of money.

“Stealing purses from little old ladies...” the robber flinched and clutched the sack close to his chest as he spun around to see who had interrupted him. “You’re just the two-bit criminal i was looking for!”

the other entered the alleyway, the bright turquoise of his mask brightening up the darkness. he smirked as he adjusted the mic attached to his head phones.the smirk vanished when the robber pulled out a shiny pistil and aimed it at him.

“oh that-thats a gun, haha-” the would be hero stammered as he took a more defensive stance.

“yeah, it is, now get out of here you cosplaying punk.”

“cos play? oh no, i don’t cos pla- well i DO cosplay but i’m not cosplaying now!”

“uhuh...” the robber was not amused. “then why are you wearing that dumb outfit?”

“because I am N Sharp!” the hero took a heroic stance as the robber turned the safety off his gun.

“yeah, and i’m batman. now get out of here before i fill you with lead, N dull”

“oh, that hurt...i felt that burn...” N Sharp’s voice slipped from a casual tone to a higher pitch as he sang the last word. the robber raised a brow and lowered the gun slightly in confusion. “burn baby burn!” he continued to sing as he gestured toward the pistil.

the robber was even more confused. he then yelped as the metal in his hand became so hot he couldn’t hold it. the gun clattered to the ground, the robber’s gloves lightly burned. he looked from the gun to N Sharp and back with a panicked look.

“Disco INFERNO!” N Sharp sang, gesturing to the robber.

the robber felt as if the cold of the night was replaced with a 100 degree summer heat wave. he thought about what was happening and figured if this guy could make his gun so hot he had to drop it, he didn’t want to know what would happen to his flammable body. with a yell he escaped the alleyway, leaving the bag and its contents.

N Sharp chuckled as he moved his hair out of face. he knelt down to gather the woman’s belongings and put them back in the purse then paused at the gun.

“...if i leave that here someone might find it and get hurt...” he muttered to himself. “but if i do take it someone WILL get hurt and that someone will be me...” 

N Sharp stood there for a moment before groaning and stooping back down to  pick up- then promptly drop the still hot gun.

“come on Nate, you’re a super hero- ow jezz cool off already- you can’t be leaving guns lying around...” 

once the pistle was cool enough nate carefully clicked the safety back on and slide it into his pocket. “Now to return this to it’s owner!” he said as he jogged out of the alleyway.

he didn’t have to look for long. he shouted “Ma’am!” the moment he was back on the street and nearly crashed into the old woman.

“oh thank you dear!” she shackingly took her bag back and began to go through it. she gave a sigh “everything is still here, oh thank you so much young man.”

“you’re welcome ma’am.” Nate gave a small nod before turning around to leave, but the woman gently grabbed at his cape.

“oh wait! what is your name?”

“oh! I’m N Sharp!” he turned around to face her again, making the same heroic stance that he made in the alley.

“oh! like the music note!” she said as she began to rummage through her purse.

“oh how can i repay you? oh! i know...” Nate relaxed into a more humble pose

“oh, thats not necessary ma-” a lollipop was thrusted into his mouth mid sentence. 

the woman gave him a pat on the head and walked away, across the street, and into an apartment. Nate watched to make sure she was okay, but was still confused about the candy in his mouth. he looked down at the stick and retrieved the sucker from his lips. he looked back at the elderly woman in time to see her wave at him and close her door. Nate smiled and put the sucker back in his mouth- she was a nice old lady, but he wasn’t going to make a habit out of this. the city needs heroes, not people who only help to get rewarded.

as he walked away the weight in his left pocket reminded him his job wasn’t done yet- it was time he put his secret identity to use.

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“you’ve GOT to believe me!” 

in the Ewe-toobliss Police station, a masked man with singed gloves frantically tells the police what just happened to him.

“this crazy pyromaniac cornered me in an alleyway and set my gun on fire! he nearly did the same to me! you gatta get him off the streets!”

the two officers stared at him with very little amusement. the lady cop sighed and took out a note pad, her partner taking his hat off to ruffled his pink dyed hair- its been a long night and it wasn’t even 10 yet.

“What did he look like, sir?”

“he had this stupid cosplay on! like a cape and he had black hair- OH! he had a hashtag on his chest! and it was a bright green color!”

the officer nodded as the phone range, the second policeman answering it.

“hello sweet heart! i would like to report a robbery.”

the masked man flinched at the familiar voice on the phone.

“i was walking home a few moments ago and this green eyes ruffian with a ski mask jumped me and took my purse!”

“are you alright ma’am?” 

“oh yes! a young hero with turquoise saved me and returned my bag! which reminds me, i’m also calling to give a description of the young man”

“and WHY would you do that, ma’am?” the male officer glanced at his partner.

“Because that hooligan will probably come running to you and reverse the story, like the scumbag on the TV.”

the officers looked at the third person in the room. if it wasn’t for his mask they would have seen how worried he was.

“his name was N Sharp and he had one of those head microphones and the Sharp note on his chest.”

“sharp note?”

“yes! it looks like a slanted pound sign.”

“Like a hashtag ma’am?” 

“yes! thats what the children are calling them now. yes it looks like a slanted hashtag.”

the officers glared at the robber again. 

“Thank you ma’am. have a safe night.” the officer hung up and stood.

“whoa whoa what are you doing?” the robber took a few steps back.

“you DO realize you still have your mask on, right?”

the robber stood frozen for a moment before running for the door. the female cop tackled him in time to avoid the criminal running into the door as it swung open.

“Ummm...” Nate looked around the room as the Robber was arrested and read his rights. 

“can i help you, son?” the male officer change from serious to friendly as he leaned forward on the desk.

“yeah, i found this in an alleyway on my way home. i... didn’t know what to do with it...” nate set the gun down in front of the officer.

“hey thats mine!” the robber shouted as he was being taken away. “I- i mean i have never seen that in my life.”

“uhuh. sure. you know, you’re really bad at the whole criminal thing.”

the male officer gave Nate a nod and placed the gun in an evidence bag. “you did the right thing bringing it here, thank you.”

“no problem officer...” Nate tilted his head a bit to get a better look at the man’s badge.

“mark. haha everyone calls me mark.”

“no problem officer mark!” nate gave the desk a pat before turning to leave.

“you wouldn’t have happen to see a man with a cape and a tilted hashtag on his chest in that area?”

nate’s shoes make a quick squeak as he nearly tripped over his feet trying to turn around a bit too fast.