Post by C-Money on Sept 12, 2006 10:01:16 GMT -5
This is a C-Note production, courtesy of the Platinum Exchange
*Rolling in from the side of the screen, C-Money's logo spins along, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the screen with a 'CHA-CHING!' sound effect. The logo quickly dissolves to a scene in the middle of the production booth in a recording studio. C-Money, in full dress, can be found at one of the seats, oversized headphones over his fro as he bobs his head to some unknown beat. As the camera closes in, he turns, double-taking before grinning widely.*
C-Money: Yo, didn't see ya there at first. Welcome to the Platinum Studios, baby. This is where the magic happens. All my work comes from right here. I'm working on my next track right now, actually. Here, take a listen.
*Turning to the board, he presses a playback button, quickly manipulating the sliders for the equalizer as an upbeat rap beat plays, apparently sampling some old ragtime music. Then, C-Money's own voice comes in over the track.*
C-Money (track):
It's unbelievable, the rag I get
I'm just being me, and still I get stress
Messed with by fools and cats with no soul
Who go in and roll like they're the ones with gold
I tell 'em they gotta stop cold turkey, 'cuz surely
An act like that's a ticket to a hearse, see.
That's why I keep it real, the C, I don't blast
I don't roll on fools with straps and gats
I take it straight like a man, and dance like Ali
"I AM THE GREATEST!" Yo, that talk kills, B!
All I am is me, the C, Money's the name
And believe it or not, Money's the game.
*The vocals fade out, with the backing still playing as C-Money turns back to the camera, grinning widely.*
C-Money: So how's that? Sounds like a bombtrack to you? If not? Well, I guess I'll just have to say it straight then.
*Spinning around in his chair, C-Money continues to grin, ars spread wide, giving the camera a good look at his 'bling'.*
C-Money: Ortiz....son....why you gotta be frontin' like that? You may think I'm just some thug rapper trying to get *****s and **s or something, but I'm just here to have a good time. And here you are, talking about wanting to break my arms and static like that. Well, son, if you wanna get down like that, lets get down. Just like my bankroll, I can't be broken. After all, you can't break what ya can't touch, right?
*C-Money pauses for a moment, before turning behind him, toward some snickering.*
C-Money: First person makes a Hammer crack gets 'Fro duty for a week!
*This quickly shuts them up, prompting C-Money to turn back around.*
C-Money: Anyways, Unbelievable...you better start believing in the power of the mean green and pure platinum. 'Cuz soon enough, like everyone in the audience, you're gonna have to say my name.
*Quickly, he shoots up from his seat, turning into his C-Note pose, while shouting into the air:*
C-Money: C-MONAAAAAAAAAAAYY!!
*Then, with a quick zoom-in, the camera closes in on C-Money's face, a wide grin on him.*
C-Money: Dig?
*The scene fades to black from there, camera still focused on his grinning face.*
*Rolling in from the side of the screen, C-Money's logo spins along, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the screen with a 'CHA-CHING!' sound effect. The logo quickly dissolves to a scene in the middle of the production booth in a recording studio. C-Money, in full dress, can be found at one of the seats, oversized headphones over his fro as he bobs his head to some unknown beat. As the camera closes in, he turns, double-taking before grinning widely.*
C-Money: Yo, didn't see ya there at first. Welcome to the Platinum Studios, baby. This is where the magic happens. All my work comes from right here. I'm working on my next track right now, actually. Here, take a listen.
*Turning to the board, he presses a playback button, quickly manipulating the sliders for the equalizer as an upbeat rap beat plays, apparently sampling some old ragtime music. Then, C-Money's own voice comes in over the track.*
C-Money (track):
It's unbelievable, the rag I get
I'm just being me, and still I get stress
Messed with by fools and cats with no soul
Who go in and roll like they're the ones with gold
I tell 'em they gotta stop cold turkey, 'cuz surely
An act like that's a ticket to a hearse, see.
That's why I keep it real, the C, I don't blast
I don't roll on fools with straps and gats
I take it straight like a man, and dance like Ali
"I AM THE GREATEST!" Yo, that talk kills, B!
All I am is me, the C, Money's the name
And believe it or not, Money's the game.
*The vocals fade out, with the backing still playing as C-Money turns back to the camera, grinning widely.*
C-Money: So how's that? Sounds like a bombtrack to you? If not? Well, I guess I'll just have to say it straight then.
*Spinning around in his chair, C-Money continues to grin, ars spread wide, giving the camera a good look at his 'bling'.*
C-Money: Ortiz....son....why you gotta be frontin' like that? You may think I'm just some thug rapper trying to get *****s and **s or something, but I'm just here to have a good time. And here you are, talking about wanting to break my arms and static like that. Well, son, if you wanna get down like that, lets get down. Just like my bankroll, I can't be broken. After all, you can't break what ya can't touch, right?
*C-Money pauses for a moment, before turning behind him, toward some snickering.*
C-Money: First person makes a Hammer crack gets 'Fro duty for a week!
*This quickly shuts them up, prompting C-Money to turn back around.*
C-Money: Anyways, Unbelievable...you better start believing in the power of the mean green and pure platinum. 'Cuz soon enough, like everyone in the audience, you're gonna have to say my name.
*Quickly, he shoots up from his seat, turning into his C-Note pose, while shouting into the air:*
C-Money: C-MONAAAAAAAAAAAYY!!
*Then, with a quick zoom-in, the camera closes in on C-Money's face, a wide grin on him.*
C-Money: Dig?
*The scene fades to black from there, camera still focused on his grinning face.*