KRRRRRRRRRRRRR. KRRRRRRRRRRRR. KRRRRRRRRRRRR. A loud, relentless heavy metal synthesization sound erings through the Staples Center. In complete darkness it dominates and crowds the arena. Suddenly echoing from the stage comes a smooth, ready voice. "Wait wait wait wait." it says as the KRRRRRRRRR finally stops. The lights come on. The voice is Atlas. Clad in jeans and a whitye T-shirt he runs around the stage grabbing the hands of all the fans he can reach. "Lets play something new." he says. The aggressive dance synth is replaced by a full band playing a smooth funk jam. Atlas sways with it. Horns come up and the intro to Atlas's fame-gaining first demo "I am Atlas" starts. Atlas holds the mic aggressively and begins rapping a dynamic pitter-patter of poetry upon the people. Atlas moves readily connecting with audience and showing great poise for a performer of his age. THe horns blare, the drums thud, the bass booms, and all the while atlas builds and defines the energy of the room with his lyrics and attitude.
"They said make a website so they know who you are
Like you know about god unless he's in your heart
Give that music industry all your bio
Its so easy to put life on the web so here's the intro
This is a soul in a song and a heart in a beat
Its my life on a line
This is Martin Luther King speech
I guess the world has to know about me
A cookie cutter life for magazines not the black me
So how do you think it is black and poor in Reno
No more highschool just drugs and casino
Momma lost our house over at the hilton
Daddy stole a car lock it up til we miss him
i'm just over here tryin to make a life
But its hard to be dark when you're looking for light
See all the injustice thats in front of me
Make fun of me and spit on my hands man
Music world know alout about the sins of humanity
The sins they cast away are the sins I eat for breakfast
So foolish in destiny to believe in serenity
So when you come to my website looking for my bio
Ask yourself do you want to know what I know?
Tell me to make a website for the fans
Like I'm kim Kardishian or some fuckin' white indie band
Surely the world needs to know who you are
They'll never cast your life aside like they have so far
So come back its another verse
More misfortune and another god damn curse
But first please picture your life
Picture your lies in a scene
Remember who you are and that you'll never come clean
Even when you gods above his robes white and mean
Cant let me in your way for I'd just scruff up the scene
Lets just pause for a moment
Remember god for a moment
My life is for him to judge
It's for you on earth not to notice
So why in the hell
Should I write it all down
Can't let my actions speak for themselves?
I have to spell it all out?
They said make a website so they know who you are
Like you know about god unless he's in your heart
Let us know you you really are
Nothing changes and no one has cared so far
And here we are for the last time you have to see my face
And here we go you can laugh at misfortune and fame
Here we go go away now we dont need you here
You've fucked us from afar and you'll fuck us near
Near to here so feel the fear
I can hear the scream in my hear
Dont ever have to call or have to see
What its like to be me
So if you like the beat let me make a record
I am atlas and the rest is irrelevant
I'll carry my world ontop of my shoulders
Like I carried yours since you forced me across your borders"
"Whooo" he yells as the song ends. "How are we doing tonight at the Goldies?" he shouts to a screaming crowd. "I'm atlas and I'm from Reno, Nevada." the crowd applauds appreciatively. Right now I'm working on my debut album right here in Los Angeles." he continues. "And I just released the lead single from it. It's called The Next Great Hip-Hop Song and I'm gonna play it for you right now."
The bass starts booming as the drums start playing. Atlas jumps in anticipation for the break. It comes as he begins rapping; Smooth and slow this time over a relaxed beat with mild brass blaring in the background. Guitars ring, but Atlas takes the lead walking and swaying as he puts down a smooth oasis of savory poetry almost laughing in his cheery tone.
"Come on, oh come on now
Summer time and I wait up
For this fame to stay up
Stay up and catch up to my name
I aint no lame duck
I am a full throttle sophisticated lyricist
Kobe Bryant of words: Dont need no assist
I can always hold my own
Sorry if you're hella pissed
But not really I'm not really sorry
See only I could write this song
No I never could do this wrong
african safari, we eatin' calamari.
So with quality like this why the fuck should I be sorry
I'm just here to be the next great artist
tHis is my second introduction. This is the smartest
If you're still unsure about who I am
Stick around I'll prove I aint no fucking scam
stay for the next verse so you can fucking understand
I dont cheat, i dont want to dirty my fucking hand
This is the song
The one you've been waiting for
This is the song
That make a song so much more
This'll be the one
You want to talk about
This is the hip-hop song
That'll bring the crowd out
Oh now the first verse is over
Introductions over so I'm right here for ya
You already thinkin it so I'm askin it:
What happened to hip hop
Bass lines have been replaced with bass drops
Everyone selling out. Everyone trying to get ontop
Fuck I wont stop until it stops
Ya'll niggas aren't hip hop; ya'll niggers unhip-pop
oh I'm not here to try to save the genre
It dont need saving I'm just rappin' a mantra
We just need to be natural: less drama
Bring back the hope and change, Barack Obama
Can we stop acting like we all some fuckin profound shit
We just fuckin hos, tight ass, round shit
So no damn rapper should move to be a saint
Sometimes we so sinful I think we must faint
We gotta feed, drink and always fuck a blondie
George Orwell knew it well, oh my Gandhi
See I'm not workin for ye, I'm just workin for me
I'm rappin for me. Rappin' to pay my fee
But I'll fuckin' do it hard try not to go wrong
Thats why I call it the next great song
This is the song
The one you've been waiting for
This is the song
That make a song so much more
This'll be the one
You want to talk about
This is the hip-hop song
That'll bring the crowd out
Yeah listen, why is it whenever I hear the radio sound
Its like all the rappers been buried in the ground
Shit I dont wanna have to make great songs alone
Do it on my own: no farm, home grown
So come on everybody lets get busy
Lets make a real record lets not get pissy
Get it together no need to get hissy
fit your sound this isnt pop so theres no need to get fizzy
In due time I know I'll feel the spotlight
Be so high like I'm flyin' over kites
But for noe I dont need to be that arrogant
Let my verses speak cause they're so elegant
Nigga I never said I was the best
I'm just here saying my verses are very relevant
You can say I'm wrong and you can still be strong
But you still gotta listen to my new hip hop song, lets go
This is the song
The one you've been waiting for
This is the song
That make a song so much more
This'll be the one
You want to talk about
This is the hip-hop song
That'll bring the crowd out"
The song fades out and Atlas yells a "Goodnight" to the crowd before the lights go down and the rapper leaves the stage.
Setlist1. I am Atlas
2. The Next Great Hip-Hop Song