Not Meant to Be

Sometimes a person feels like some (any) particular thing belongs to him, and only him. No one else can even look at that particular thing. But when that feeling slowly (or quickly) fades out, the person tends to see the reality. Such a thing happened to us recently. All of our (group's) friends might be knowing a bit about Low-Ryder, the guy who had a couple of verses in a few mixtapes, namely - "Burnout" & "You Know Who You Are" from 80 H.P. & "Zirakpur's Finest" on Diss-Association. But there was a major beef coming and we didn't know anything about it.

Many months back, there happened a rap battle near the parking lot of our college; between me and Malcolm A, a guy of the same age as me. I won, of course, and the condition was that the loser would not show his face to the winner for a complete semester. So, according to the conditions, I won, and he had to stay away from me by not showing his face. So after the semester went by, he was back with a bang. He had to inflict a wound on me. And what wound's deeper than seeing your best friend (a friend who's with you since Class I) with your opponent? That's right, he took him from me. And that too in a very um, odd way.

We (our group) hold rap battles regularly near our places to check out what's happening in the streets and who's new. And, just like professional wrestling, there was a twist. Malcolm A, with Low-Ryder, came and challenged me to a battle. I was thinking, this handicap match is a piece of cake, especially since I knew both well and their respective weaknesses. But they had a trick up their sleeve. They hit me with THE hardest punchline no one EVER used against me. Not even in the battles that I've lost. I won't reveal that line (it's not that hard-hitting if a random person faces it but it's a killer to me). I lost all my lines, and just stood there. I guess that cunt Low-Ryder must have told A about that line. I was devastated.

Afterwards, I swore that I'm gonna diss the fuck out of both of them. RV, RedFlame, and the gang offered their help in making the tracks, but I declined. It was MY battle. No one interfered in MY battles. So I'm alone, preparing "Euthanasia Pt. I" and "Euthanasia Pt. II", thinking that some things are not meant to be.


An-D