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| Contest: A song for the Angels | Started by: Hayley on Jan 18, '09 00:45 |
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Sitting in the HQ one day, relaxing and wearing their evil bunny slippers, Hayley and Draven start chatting. "So I think we should do a street contest. Something fun and a little different. But I'm stuck on ideas." Hayley puts her cigarette out and ponders. With an idea, Draven smiles. "Well how about a song contest? We could have them make a theme song for the angels." Thinking about it, Hayley agrees. "That's it, we will have a song writing contest." Hayley and Draven hit the streets, handing out fliers.
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Walkin down the street,who do you see? The Angels! With theyre heads down low,low treadin their feet? angels! We die,we fight,for the right to own tha street, We begin to fall but we pick are feet neva lookin back at those who have fallen, Such as tha angels. Newcomas look around who they see? The Angels! We hustle we work,we sell heroin on tha street tryin to figure what i am and i see my hero Hayley walkin down the street and see im an Angel! |
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| Reply by: Rocco at Jan 18, '09 09:53 | |
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I'm going to soar oh so high as i make the other mafioso die. Nobody's crimes can compare to mine, because Hayley is my leader, and she's so divine. I make the unsuspecting mafioso wish they didn't sin, but there is no way i could get to where i am without the help of Draven Lynn. I'm proud to be A Fallen Angel where i can just be free but to all the other crews, "i wont fuck with you, if you dont fuck with me." |
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| Reply by: Da_Kurlzzz at Jan 18, '09 14:02 | |
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Rourkey pours himself a glass of whiskey Rourkey pours out a 40 for his man man TONY - GRHS brotha YO SOMEONE GET ME A BEAT Rourkey waits for Acute to drop a fat beat Rourkey grabs the mic Yo yo yo Here's a Fallen Angels rap for my main chick Hayley She's sippin on the Rourkey and doin it daily Hayley always lovin on that smooth Rourkey flavour My business so spicy LIKE YOU GOTS TO SIGN A WAIVER Now y'all back up quick 'fore this shit hits the fan Cuz Hayley will wack yo ass like yo name MAGICMAN She be reppin Chi-Town with that cracka Phantom-Ghost Even though they be hitched she be cravin Rourkey most Rourkey's bringin THA HEAT like what women desire Give em somethin so good they be singin like a choir Tell yer nan that I'm slingin, I got what she deserves Just as long as she feelin my hands on her curves Like I said FALLEN ANGELS - they ain't never be reckless Come into the family, Rourkey give ya pearl necklace Big ups to MickeyRourke and the D-E-T Relentless represent Word to yer nan Rourkey drops the mic and walks away |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 19, '09 04:07 | |
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Seeing as no one else wants to battle rap, Rourkey goes back to the mic One two three and to the four KOOP and RourkeyRourke is at the door ready to make an entrance so back on up cause you know we bout to rip shit up. Give me the microphone first so i can bust like a bubble Detroit and Las Vegas togetha now you know you in trouble aint nuthin but a G than baby, two loced out gangstaz goin crazy, Relentless is the label that pays me unfadeable so please don't try to fade this but a back to the lecture at hand perfection is perfected so I'ma let em understand from Fallen Angels perspective and before me dig on a bitch I have to find a contreceptive you neva know she could be earn'n her man and learn'n her man and at the same time burn'n her man now you know i aint with that shit lieutenant aint no women good enough to get burnt while i'm up in it and thats realer than real deal holyfield and now you hookaz and hoes know how i feel well if it's good enough to give her off a proper chunk i take a small piece of some of that funky stuff Rourkey throws out a few signs to his family and leaves |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 19, '09 11:35 | |
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Rourkey lets his hair grow quite long and cries several times at night. He begins wearing only black and talks in hushed tones. The world is sad. Everyone is sad. I wrote this sad song for you: Rourkey pulls out his guitar and strums away If I was to walk till time saw no end. If I was to climb till the air was too thin. I could not find a picture fit the frame. As perfect as you. As perfect as you. You showed me life and lived nothing less. 'Cause you're so above me. I'll take my time your memory is bliss. The angel above me. When I look at the stars they shine of your eyes. The sky it burns bright with your presence tonight. 'Cause you're so above me and I cannot fly. To the angel above me I long to be with. With. Fallen Angel above me. To look at the mountains vast and great. Is one step above in seeing your face. To look at the stars for they lead the way. To the angel above. If I was to walk till time saw no end. If I was to climb till the air was too thin. I could not find a picture fit the frame. As perfect as you. As perfect as you. You showed me life and lived nothing less. 'Cause you're so above me. I'll take my time your memory is bliss. The angel above me. When I look at the stars they shine of your eyes. The sky it burns bright with your presence tonight. 'Cause you're so above me and I cannot fly. To the angel above me I long to be with. With. Fallen Angel above me. Rourkey cries and walks away from the stage |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 19, '09 12:05 | |
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Rourkey steps back on stage for a chance to shock the world If I could take a trip to outer space She would be the one I would see When I get to heaven's gate She would welcome me with her arms open wide, and her smile Would shadow me brighter than the sun She hasn't had a fair chance, so I'll give her one Let me tell you who she is, yeah She's a fallen angel, sent from heaven up above She's a fallen angel, waitin for me to love her, yeah (She's) She's a fallen angel, take your judgment off her I know, that she's a fallen angel You know, maybe I should Help her mend her broken wings So she can fly again But I don't wanna lose everything ,that I've gained it's turnin me a selfish man (oh) Cause without her my heart just don't go, no more (no more) I couldn't take the pain of watchin her fly away So say that you'll stay She's mine She's a fallen angel, (ooh) sent from heaven up above She's a fallen angel, waitin for me to love her, yeah (She's) She's a fallen angel, so take your judgment off her I know, that she's a fallen angel Baby I know I know that they done hurt you But I'm here To take it all away So if you let me... You know what, just put your heart in my hands And everything they say, I'll take it back Like this... She's a fallen angel, (ooh) sent from heaven up above She's a fallen angel, waitin for me to love her, yeah (She's) She's a fallen angel, so take your judgment off her I know, that she's a fallen angel Rourkey gives another shout-out to MickeyRourke and departs |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 19, '09 12:11 | |
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Y'know, me 'n' Rourkey be bruthas, Just like Cain an' Abel. We fucked all the Grandmothers of the Fallen Angels. We said 'Gonna fuck you good, an' real damn hard' Afterwards we helped them get lids off jam jars. 'Coz we all know old hunniez have arthritic fingers But that' don't matta to us homez, we even riiiide with the mingers. But enough about grans, and the men with the plans Fallen Angels are what this shit's all about, So put togetha ya haaaaaaands. |
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| Reply by: KingOfOnePercent at Jan 19, '09 12:18 | |
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On Ever Onward On ever onward Angels are we For true and faithfull We will always be By deeds and praises We'll honor thee And hope you'd bless us And our family Shine on forever Though fallen,angels still are we Shine on forever And this we're proud to be So now and ever We'll honor thee And hope you'd bless us And our family *in loving memory for all the angels that has gone before me. |
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| Reply by: the_avenger at Jan 19, '09 12:21 | |
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Fallen Caterwaulin' stallin.......because Angels wings (you know, the type on pantyliners to make them more comfortable) hence the stallin Thank you. |
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| Reply by: monkeyman at Jan 19, '09 18:06 | |
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The Fallen Angels fall far, but not for long At the end of my beat they'll be diggin my song Rockin the mic in the streets, the whole night through Hayley you dont me know but these words are for you Dropping words in the thread so you should be prepared When the Angels come through town y'all had better be scared Hayley's got Nicky takin point and Draven at her back Don't think your rollin through their turf, those girls are coming packed I have two lines left to spit it, better yet make it one The Fallen Angels rock the house and my beat is all done... |
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| Reply by: High_SocWinter_Hill at Jan 19, '09 20:14 | |
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Hayley is the one, holding up the sky With Ms. Nicky and Ms. DravenLynn standing true at her side They watch upon us all each day from Dawn til Dusk They try to quell the riots when a gangster makes a fuss Not all is always well, even with Angels this is true But treat her well as family should and she would die for you If cross this woman, just you wait and see The Elders will not stand for this and they'll call in P.o.D To wrap it up in short, and to make its not to long Welcome to The Fallen Angels, you've just heard our Song... |
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| Reply by: High_SocWinter_Hill at Jan 19, '09 20:30 | |
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*clears throat* What's a Angel? That's Hayley, Draven, and Nicky. What's is danger? Messing with a Angel. Cause messing with a Angel, will get yo azz strangle. Slapped quick. Thrown in the ocean with the catfish. Whales, dolphines, sailors, captains. Sharks, octupus, Navy, troutfish. But Hayley so nice you'll think she was a puppy. Till you cross her over, then the pretty turn to ugly. Arrange you killing, then explain it to the public. Like he didn't fellow rules, so I said fuck-it. Ordered up the hit, and freed my hand off-it. And I loved-it Fallen Angels!!! Still a Angel! You dig!!! La Frat |
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| Reply by: JamaicanDon_Marley at Jan 20, '09 17:38 | |
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We Ballin. Wit Fallen. We Ballin. Wit Fallen. We Ballin. Wit Fallen. Mess wit them you'll get a coffin! Pistol to your chest, have you weezing, have you coughing. Hayley in a dress, wit a pistol and a vest. Draven in a skirt, if I see her I'ma flirt. But Denver on alert, if you touch her you get hurt. I'm Fallen and I can't get up. That should be the slogan. Angels got Casinos, so come and get your tokens. Head to Chicago they got hook-ups on the coke-and. Heroin, barbs. Italians like carbs. So come and get spagetti, keep the business district steady. Now this the Angel song, now we back off to the petties! Can I get some?? *looks at Draven and gets five from her* *slaps hands* |
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| Reply by: JamaicanDon_Marley at Jan 21, '09 00:20 | |
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| damn bro nice! | |
| Reply by: Rocco at Jan 21, '09 00:22 | |
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Rourkey pours himself a glass of whiskey and sips at it emphatically Nice last one, but sadly out of the time limit stipulated in the rules! |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 21, '09 00:51 | |
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*walks back up looking for the winner* *feeling as if he is and with a bit of arrogance* *with nose in the air* Thanks Rocco and Rourkey! Looks like things have been extended. I think I'll come up with another. *heads back off to his song writing lab* *stops* *does a break dance and the robot* |
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| Reply by: JamaicanDon_Marley at Jan 21, '09 18:47 | |
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One week later, Rourkey returns to the flier on the street. He pours himself a glass of whiskey. He speaks to no one in particular. I am anxiously awaiting the results of this contest. I hope I have swept all of the categories! |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 27, '09 16:45 | |
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Rourkey pulls a couch up to the streets and surrounds the spot where Hayley and Draven originally began handing out fliers. He pours himself another glass of whiskey and speaks to no one in particular once more. I have decided to camp out here until the results are announced. I am bringing a tent next hour. If someone would order me hookers, I will grant you a permanent reprieve from my "Consigs-and-up" policy. |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 27, '09 23:20 | |
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Rourkey awakens from a peaceful slumber, pours himself a glass of whiskey, and yells to a nearby Consigliere: Did they announce the contest winners yet? I was supposed to receive my cheque yesterday. Maybe it is lost in the post. I think I'm going to bring a tent, this is going to be a very long camp out! |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 28, '09 11:12 | |
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