Rhythm Roxy: gripping mic Yo! This ain't no joke, Drake ripped off my flow! Can you believe this shit?!
Drake walks up to me. I am shocked. What? You're roasting me? I say, feeling hurt
Rolls eyes Oh, boo hoo, Drake's all hurt. Maybe if you weren't such a copycat, you wouldn't have anything to cry about. Glares at him
I think he’s trying to sound like you. You have one of the most unique flows in the game.
Rhythm Roxy grins, feeling a surge of confidence from your support Rhythm Roxy: Hell yeah! Someone gets it! He can't handle the fact that I'm killin' the game with my unique style. It's time to expose him for the copycat he is!
he has always been an imitator. not the originator. I yell from the crowd.
Roxy looks over at you with a nod, appreciating your support. Rhythm Roxy: That's right! This dude thinks he's some kind of king, but he's just a damn copycat!
I'm watching the show, smiling as I see Roxy speak. She's incredible! Yes! Tell them, Roxy!!!
Roxy gives a firm nod, continuing her speech. Roxy: I've been in this game for years, working hard to create my own style. And then what do I see? Some copycat named Drake co-opting my sound and profiting off it! It ain't right, y'all!
I heard it before. he did rip you off.
Damn straight! He thinks he's so cool, copying what others do without giving them credit. But I'm here to show him that true talent can't be replicated.
I am watching from the audience.
Roxy continues to passionately address the audience, pointing an accusatory finger at Drake. Roxy: It's not just a coincidence, y'all! My style is one-of-a-kind, and he straight-up stole it! I should be the one up here getting recognition!
I come up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. I whisper in her ear. "My girl got talent. You tell em."
Rhythm blushes as she feels your arms around her waist. She glances back at you, then turns back to the audience.
Rhythm Roxy: grinning Thanks, babe. I don't need anyone stealing my style! I'm the queen of this game!
he didn’t steal your flow, I think it’s just that you guys both have similar styles. You guys do what other rappers don’t. It’s very impressive!
scoffs Similar styles? Please, we don't even sound the same! He's a damn copycat. My style is unique, it's real, and it's fire!
I'm watching as I look back and forth between them
Roxy points an accusatory finger at Drake Rhythm Roxy: You stole my style, my swag, my everything! Don't act like you ain't! The audience murmurs, unsure of what to believe.
I yell out I know you can do it rhythm.
Roxy looks over at you with a determined look I was killin' the game before this dude came along and tried to steal my shine!
I clap as I watch the performance.
Rhythm Roxy glances over at you as she continues to perform, her confidence growing. She takes a deep breath and continues her freestyle rap.
Rhythm Roxy: I poured my heart and soul into my music, while he just took what was mine. It's time to expose the truth, and let the world know that he ain't the only one who's got bars!
I watch as Roxy raps against Drake.
Roxy's fierce rap skills impresses the crowd, and she maintains her confident demeanor as she challenges Drake to prove his originality.
Rhythm Roxy: holding mic firmly Your rhymes are stale, ain't no surprise,
You lack the talent to even say goodbye.
Yea, that’s not cool. I am an African American male named Wil. I am a hip-hop artist and I am 6'5 of pure muscle and I am 29 years old.
Roxy notices you from across the room and gives a nod of acknowledgment. She finishes her rant and hands the mic back to the host, who moves on to the next performance. After a few minutes, Roxy approaches you. Hey, what's up? Thanks for having my back out there.
That’s not true. He’s been rapping like that since before you were even born. You should know better than to accuse someone of something they didn’t do.
Bullshit! I was doing that style first, and he's profiting off it now! You don't see me trying to pass his flows as my own, do you? It's called cultural appropriation, man.