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Hey guys. I just wanted everybody to understand what it is that I do. A lot of people ask me, but it’s easier to show you than tell you. Here’s a quick breakdown on how our IBO’s reach the levels they reach, and how. After you watch this, just let me know what you guys think, okay? Enjoy!!

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“Whoa!!”

“Whoa!”

All of a sudden he was awake. He didn’t know how, because he was still foggy. What was that sound? Was that an alarm? What was happening? Where was Tre? Slowly, everything started to come back to him. The truck, I-20, that Escalade or whatever it was slamming into his car…Gymel realized that, for all intensive purposes? He should be dead. Right now he was laying up in a hospital bed with tubes coming from EVERYWHERE, and everything hurt. “Man wheres the morphine at? They slippin” he thought, trying to reach the call button for the nurse, but he couldn’t move. Well, he could move, but not much. And why was the alarm going off? was there a fire or something?  Were they just going to forget about him? “Nurse!! Nurse!!” he managed to croak out, although it wasn’t very loud. A moment of panic shot through him, what if his vocal chords had been damaged? Would he ever rip the mic again? That seemed like a fate worse than death for an MC. It was like when his homegirl Inga ( known as Foxxy Brown) lost her hearing in ear; he remembers how depressed she was and how difficult it had been for her to get back in the booth. She eventually overcame the setback, but her career was never the same.
Now as he struggled to get a few words out, his mind was racing between thoughts of not spittin’ again, and worrying about the kids and if they were ok. Izzy was probably on her way to the hospital right now..little did he know she was already there! How long had be been there anyway? Hours? Days? He couldnt remember, and its like everytime he tried, his head hurt even worse. The crazy thing was, he remembered being in that..Place. The place where it felt like he was floating on clouds, the place where he was actually at peace..the place where he saw Taji. Taji. That brought him back to reality quick; why the heck was she in his dream? (vision?) did it mean something? He hadn’t seen her since the last custody hearing, which was also the last time he’d seen their son Shaheem. Man, Sha was 6 years old now, and he hadn’t seen him since he was 1. He sent her money faithfully, he had pictures , but that was no substitute for the real thing. Taji was a true witch when it came to the situation, and he knew why: Angie. But even though they had split before he even started talking to Angie, Taji was mad possessive; crazy even. He remembered one time when he had a show to do with Rych Bakker, Rea Dinero and Psychoetry for the Beemer, Bentley’s, and Bud Tour. He had been onstage, rocking it as usual, with Rae and Rych, B, and Tre. When they finished the crowd was so out of control security had to jump on stage to keep the groupies from climbing up and going backstage. One super ambitious fan had slid past security and made it back stage though. Somehow, she managed to get past all of the Fruit of Islam security personnel they had and got into his dressing room. He’d heard the door and assumed it was B or somebody, but when he turned around, this chick literalyy attacked him! Not beating him up, but she’d jumped on him, wrapped her legs around his waist and was attempting to stick her tongue ALL the way down his throat…Very scary! It just so happened that Taji came walking in and saw what was going on, and well, lets just say it wasn’t pretty. After that, anytime he left the Brownstone they’d bought out in Flatbush, she was blowing up the celly, accusing him of cheating..This crazy chick even tried to kill herself one time after they’d gotten into a verbal altercation at the 40/40 Club. Whoo! Talk about a flashback….Gymel was recovering from the “Taji Takeover” of his brain, when the room door opened, and Angie walked in. ” Oh great,” he thought, “This is REALLY who i wanna see after waking up from something like this..” But before he could say anything, he looked at her face. It looked like she’d got into it with a Gorilla. As he started to ask what happened, Isabella came through the door. All he could say, was ” Oh. Shit.”
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Angie was messed up. Izzy was bleeding, like she’d caught a buck fifty, and Gymel was confused. ” What the…What HAPPENED to ya’ll??!! Where you in a wreck too??!!” The first to speak was Angie ( It’s always baby momma, right) ” I was on my way up to see you, but when i got here, this trick was already here. She started poppin’ off at the mouth, and i wasn’t having that. Then the chick took a swing at me!” At that, Isabella looked as if she had the fires of Chicago burning inside of her at that very moment. he’d seen that look once before, when her and Angie had had words at the house during a cook out. She was ready to snap. ” Me? Swing at you? Look chick, if had swung at you first? You would be in that other bed over there” she said pointing to the empty bed across the room. Angie started to say something, but Gymel cut her off. ” Why in the HELL were you coming to see ME? Huh? I don’t even deal with you unless it’s about the kids. In all honesty, shouldn’t you be with ya lil fake boyfriend? What’s his name? SC or Can’t Speak? or whatever he calls himself? I don’t NEED you here, and now i see you done got into it with my WIFE , while i’m laying up in the hospital???” ( So that’s what the alarm was for, his baby momma and his Fiance had been downstairs throwin’ bows). ” Gymel are you serious? You really feel that way about me? I gave you two beautiful children, and you can’t even respect the fact that i came to check on you?? That’s foul! Listen, you still my baby daddy, and i will never relinquish anything to another bitch! Not her, not Taji, NOBODY! You’re mine until the day i don’t breathe anymore-” He stopped her there. When she said that, he remembered something…Oh yeah….But instead of letting on to this, which could potentially destroy everything he’d built, he looked at Angie and said: ” Yeah, you did give me two beautiful babies. Although it’s hard for me to understand how something so pure, so beautiful, so INNOCENT could come out of YOU. You DISGUST me with the way you turned out. You’re a bitter, deceitful,trifling, stuck up, conniving hood rat, and i wish i had seen that before it went any further than what it did!!!” Angie looked as if she’d been the one shot, instead of SC. Izzy was in the corner watching the whole exchange, a smug smile on her face. ” This chick deserves everything he’s throwing at her” she thought. See, she knew about the situation, from day one. Remember, her and Mel had been friends first, he would call her and talk for hours about his frustration. I mean this chick Angie was the type of girl to sleep with EVERYBODY, and then have the nerve to come lay up in his bed on his Louis Vuitton sheets, and get mad because he wouldn’t give her the D. G wasn’t stupid; at ALL. Momma Smythe raised this boy properly!
Angie was still looking as if her heart had been ripped out. ” But Gymel, i’m so sorry for what i did to you in the past, i told you i would change, and i have” As she was saying this, he thought about a a picture his cousin had posted on Instagram, with a chimpanzee on it with the caption ” Bitch, i know you lying to me, but continue”. See, she didn’t know that he’d had a tail on her for months. He always knew. And she ALWAYS lied. But he let that slide. He called Izzy over to his bed side, and when she bent to see what he wanted, he got the kiss that he’d been waiting for since he’d left the house that morning, and Izzy made sure that he enjoyed it. When it was over, they stayed nose to nose, staring into each others eyes, while Angie let out out this guttural scream of frustration, and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Izzy watched her go, and the most peculiar idea came to her head for her next video segment with DJ Skee. “Ho’s Gone Wild” A short film/documentary about Rappers and their groupie baby mommas.

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“Daaamn!”

         Izzy didn’t see it coming. she was thinking this broad would be crazy enough to even be in her face like that, but she was. As she was finishing that last sentence, something like spider sense went off in her head, telling her to step back. She started to, but by that time, Angie had already swung; and caught her dead in the jaw.

        Daaaammmnnnnn!!!!” Everybody in the lobby seemed to exclaim at the exact same time. ‘” Oh shyt, she just rocked me!!”, Izzy thought as she back pedaled and smashed up against the nurses desk. And as this was going through her head, and she was working through the dizziness, she saw shorty ready to swing again. ” Naw trick, not again..” she said, side stepping as Angie’s VVS’d up hand flew by her face, barely missing. This chick was a brawler. Gymel sure new how to pick ’em. The two squared up, and from somewhere off to the left, they both swore they heard a bell ding ( Was it the elevator?) but that’s all it took, cuz now it was straight Ali/Mayweather action. They were both about the same height, 5′ 9″, and weighed about the same; neither one was a toothpick. These chicks were stallions, and when they swung they put some ass into it!. As they squared off and circled each other, feinting and blocking, looking for the money shot, the charge nurse had her iPhone out, youtubing everything and probably Worldstar too. Izzy faked a jab with her left and made Angie go for the block with hers, which made her frop her guard, and Izzy came with a well placed cross, followed by a quick jab to the chin, and then a nasty uppercut; sending homegirl flying into the wall where some spare gurneys were. Oddly, nobody in the place was making a move to stop the fight..Weird. but as isabella rushed Angie as she was getting up off the gurney, Angie made a quick chopping motion with her hand, and Izzy felt a hot pain across her thigh. ‘ Oh no this bitch did NOT just cut me!!!” Oh yes she had. Ya’ll have to remember that Angie was a hood chick, born and raised in Decatur; so she wasn’t a rookie when it came to throwing down. “Ok, now it’s getting real,” Angie said. Gymel is MY babydaddy! he just smashing you, i don’t know why??? so imma ride for mine!!!” she made another slicing motion, almost taking isabella’s hand off. Izzy had to think quick. she wasn’t expecting a fight, much less a knife fight; and in the hospital no less! Somebody called out to her from her right side, and when she turned to look, she saw Daisha her home girl running through the door, taser in hand. In one quick motion she had thrown it, Izzy had caught it, and Angie was feelin’ it! The jolt of electricity immediately stopped her in her tracks, and she dropped the knife. That’s when Izz went straight MMA. She started stomping Angie in the ribs, working the body; intent on making sure this chick wasn’t gonna leave the same way she came in. Just when it seemed like she was gonna kill her, she heard the voice.

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         Momma Smythe had reached the hospital not too long after the taser incidident. When she pulled up, she was madd confused, it looked like a Las Vegas fight going on in the ER. Camera phones were out, money was changing hands, and in the middle of the hospital lobby, she saw her future daughter-in-law working her ex daughter-in-law like an overtime shift at KFC. She calmy took stock of the situation, made her way through the crowd, which wasn’t hard because EVERYBODY new Momma Smythe, and though small in stature, she was HUGE on attitude. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. She calmly walked up to the two and simply said ” ENOUGH!!!” Angie looked up through swollen eyes, and Izzy turned around mid punch. ” How DARE you disrespect yourselves in public like this, how DARE you! How DARE you disrespect ME like this??? My son is in critical condition inches away from death, and you two are out here trying to kill each other? AT THE HOSPITAL???? Do NOT make me put BOTH OF YOU in your proper places, I WILL make change out of ya’ll $5 asses!” The famous actor piped up again ” You tell ’em Momma!” Momma Smythe turned and stared at him, and if you’ve ever felt that stare, you’d rather run across hot coals bare foot. All he said this time (under his breathe of course) was “oh damn..” She turned back to the girls, and put her purse down on the counter.

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          Mel was still in this dream world, it had to be a dream, why else would Angie be sounding like Izzy? What did this mean? Was he secretly still in love with his BM? He didn’t think so, but it was weird because he couldn’t remember. But as Izzy/Angie got closerhe realized that it wasn’t really either of them..Huh? No….It couldn’t be!!! No!!!! It wasn’t Angie. It wasn’t Izzy either. It was his first baby momma, Taji. Oh hell. Shits about to get real, he thought. This is DEFINITELY not good!

“Role Reversal”——-#GymelSmythe