From Skid Row to Superstardom: An Idol System Novel-Chapter 161: The Three Buske-teers (9)

"Oi, DJ, turn the beat up, something classic." Wibert pointed at Ari with his microphone.

Screee screeeee

With a quick spin of the turntables, Ari selected the song titled Basic Rap-1, which was a very simple beat made of kick drums and with a high hat accent.

Boom boom chk

Boom chk

As the simple sound looped

"Uh, uh, uh, mic check check,

Wilbert in the building,

This ain’t a tea party, I’m ’bout to serve this Brit a lyrical calamity!

You call yourself a rapper? Nah, you’re a crumpet munching catastrophe."

- Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The crowd began yelling as Wilbert started off aggressively rapping.

"Your accent’s wack, like nails on a chalkboard

You ain’t street bro, you were raised in the suburbs,

While I was in the hood, hustling, grinding, building my lyrical bones,

You were getting tubby, drinking tea and eating scones."

- ohhhhhhhhhhhh

- Is it a diss to come from a good home?

"Speaking of tubby, former fat kid, I know the truth,

Your whole fam’s a mess, none of you have any couth

Failed football athlete, just like your bro

Your mom’s a fat, white, kind of trashy ho—"

- wooooooooahhhhhhhhh

- tooooo far too far!!!!!

- Not the moms

Screee screeeee

"Watch the language." Ari quickly interrupted as the crowd began getting rowdy, but Benjamin waved him off with a warning smile on his face.

"Nah, it’s fine. No holds barred, innit? If he takes it there, I’ll take it further. I promise that!"

Giving Benjamin a sharp smile, Wilbert continued rapping, walking forward so he was right in Benjamin’s face.

"Ooooh, Benji, Benji, I’m so scared

Just like your mom, who can’t get out of bed

Your dad’s starting families on multiple continents

Your sis is a midnight ballerina out here getting bent

Your talent was so trash, you failed out of several shows

Didn’t last one episode on the last one, what didn’t you think I’d know?"

- danggg

"Came to America to show off your rap talent,

Now you’re a wanna be pop star,

Is this what you really meant?

Got dumped by my sister,

So, you left the whole friend group,

Now stuck with untalented kids,

Look how low you’ve stooped."

- Ooooh, he got dumped

- that’s crazyyyyy

"I’ll end it here to give you a turn too,

Even if we all know that UK rap is doo doo.

Pee-yew!"

As Wilbert finished his rap, Ari couldn’t help but look back and forth between Benjamin and Wilbert, completely shocked.

How did it get to this????

What had started as a cute little competition had gotten a bit much, involving people’s siblings and families.

Was it time to stop this situation? It seemed to be getting out of hand.

"Happy with yourself?" Ari’s head snapped to the side as he saw PD Emily, who had suddenly appeared beside him with Kate, the assistant writer.

Even though her words were a bit sharp, she didn’t look particularly mad, and even had a small smile on her lips.

"...Do you want us to stop?" Ari asked, hoping she would have a solution to end this.

Even if he would lose out on stat points, getting people’s families dragged into a simple competition was simply out of line.

"You think I would want to stop this?" she pointed to the crowd getting rowdy and chanting.

- RE. BUT. TAL!

- RE. BUT. TAL!

With the sheer number of people gathered, recording, and stopping by to watch, it was sure to trend briefly, which was free promo in her eyes.

Why would she ever want to stop this?

In fact, she regretted not having extra staff and cameras to record more and even interview people on the street.

"Even if I wanted to, contestant Benjamin wouldn’t let me."

PD Emily pointed to Benjamin, who seemed to be pulling something up on his phone while laughing darkly to himself.

Having found what he was looking for, Benjamin glanced back at Ari and PD Emily.

With a cheeky smile, he spoke to PD Emily, "I’m about to violate this man, so please censor this part, yeah?"

"We’ll see."

"Haha, okay. Ari, a drill beat, please."

"Yes, sir."

Screeee screeeee

As he spun the turntables around, before selecting one of the simple drill beats Benjamin had shown him, an intense drill beat began playing.

As the beat intensified, he began clapping to the beat as he walked around.

Boom!

Dun dun dun duuun~

Clap clap clap

"Aight, one more dub, then it’s back to business

I’m a real G, and you’re all a witness."

Benjamin held out his phone, which was open to messages, where only one side was repeatedly sending messages with no response.

"Ignored your girl, then your sister begged me

I told those girls, ’Don’t ask for pictures.’"

Wilbert’s smile froze as his eyes quickly scanned Benjamin’s phone, noting that the one-sided messages came from both his sister and his girlfriend, trying to flirt with Benjamin.

"I do this rap thing for fitness

Pack your whole team, tie them up in twisters.

Fallouts at the next family functions

The Brown’s are gonna have an awkward Christmas

So why you love to talk about mums so much

Where’s yours?"

The smile on Wilbert’s face immediately disappeared but Benjamin didn’t stop.

"Let me just allow it

Let me just pause."

Benjamin paused, letting out a sharp laugh before continuing.

"Nah, fuck that man, I gotta a lot say

Lil Willie, you should have stayed out of my way

But since you wanna diss my mum so much

Let’s talk about your poor mum and violence."

"That poor little woman was scared in the house

Cuz you put her life in danger, you prick

Gun shots flied through the window

You couldn’t be the person to save her

You prick

Instead of you to squeeze the pumpy

You said, "Yo mum, we gotta leave the county"

I never wanna hear you say, "Free the mandem"

Let’s go to the prison and free your mumzy."

- gasp

- omg!

- his mum’s in jail????

The crowd gasped at the bomb Benjamin just dropped, but he wasn’t done.

"Got Mumzy locked up and bored

All because her sons tried to do fraud

Can’t handle this, so she handles dick

Like I handle this war."

Pausing, Benjamin briefly considered if he should really take it there, but remembering what Wilbert had said about his mum, he let it rip.

"She’s a w-w-w-w-whore"

- gasp

- Jesus!

As Wilbert glared, Benjamin shrugged before continuing with a cocky smile.

"Oh now it ain’t funny anymore?

’Cause I’m not a happy bunny anymore

Didn’t really wanna bring it to your mummy anymore"

Benjamin walked over to Wilbert, slinging his arm over the shorter boy’s shoulders as he continued.

"So... you’ve got no dad to defend your bro

And you can’t defend your mum

Man, I wonder what she thinks

All the males in your family are weaklings."

- burnnnnnnnnn

Lazily turning around as Wilbert pushed him away, Benjamin continued rapping right in his face.

"Gather ’round, man, this is just the pre-drinks

Saying my mum’s a fat white broad lying in bed

Okay, well, that’s a lie

What, we telling facts or jokes?

Ah shit, I forgot, this is rap

So, say what you like then

’Throw down the gloves, let’s have a fight then

Don’t mention them bruddas, I really like them

So don’t drag them

Mention my mum, and I’ll kick you in the mouth

Cuz bruddas got pride, but it’s bigger in the south

Cuz you weren’t on it, and your bro weren’t on it

Guess your mum shoulda had a

Real brudda in the house to defend her

Broken woman, I wanna mend her

Got so much money I wanna send her

Where can I send it?

What she’s going through, I wanna end it

I like that you’re not self-centered

Challenged a Brit, and guess who’s here now

Oh it’s the king of rap, king of rap

How’s he the king of rap but on drill?

Now I’m the king of rap, I won’t chill

King of rap, oh it’s no big deal

See this ting? Yeah, I run that

Wanna start a petition to get your mum back

I know she wants to come back

Oh lord

You got mumzy locked up and bored

You got mumzy stuck in a cell

And it’s foul ’cause it ain’t her fault

She was tryna relax

But her sons got caught in a war

One day there’s cops at the door

Then next day prison block cell number 4"

Wilbert glared at Ari, gesturing for him to cut the music, but after taking a glance at Benjamin, who seemed dead set on embarrassing him, Ari let the beat play out.

"It’s a shame, what she needed was a strong man in the house

Fuck that, I’mma be the man at your house

She’s like, "Willie, come home, there’s a man in the house."

It’s like your mum was the only real man in the house

Wash you and your team in the morning, noon, and night

I thought it was love, but you’re clearly sour on the sly

Yo fuckboy, mention my family if you really wanna die

Cause you know I’ll drag you in my reply

Pbbbbts."

With a mocking expression, Benjamin stuck his tongue out at his stunned Wilbert before dropping his microphone on the ground.

THUD

- woahhhhhhhhh

- Mic drop!!!!!!!!!

- Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

- Too Far Too Far

- It’s rap, it’s never too far.

Despite the members of Kosmic Krew trying to rush him, Benjamin stood there with a cocky expression, as if daring them to do something to him.

"You bastard! Exposing my family’s business. Leave my mom out of your mouth!"

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Rap back, brudda! Cause I warned you."

- Fight

- Fight! Fight! Fight!

The Kosmic Krew kept rushing ahead as the crowd chanted, and it seemed like a fight would break out as Ari’s teammates lined up beside Benjamin, and their staff members got between the two groups while Ari pressed the horn sound button on the DJ controller.

After several minutes of trying to calm things down, the Kosmic Krew members grabbed their things, turned around, and stomped off when cops finally came to figure out what was happening.

"Bye f*ckers!" Benjamin waved before smiling at PD Emily and mouthing, ’censor this’.

Turning to Ari, he whistled cheekily with his hands behind his head.

"Was I a little too aggressive?"

You think????

You just insulted this man’s entire family, almost caused a fight, and caused the police to come here!!

And pick up the microphone! What will you do if they charge us for breaking it!!

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