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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.”

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.




Her name was Taji Nicole Day. She was Black and Asian, more specifically, Cherokee and Korean; and she was all up on Gymel that night at Felicia’s. B and Gymel had shot down to Savannah for the weekend with Duvanni for the St. Patrick’s Day Festival, and to handle some “business”. Really, everybody thought they were headed to Orlando to link up with some RocNation A&R’s, which in all honesty they were supposed to. But on the way down, D-Freeze, their homeboy in FLA who set the whole thing up, called and said they had to reschedule. ” Dang son, we’re already on 16, headed that way,” G was saying. What were they gonna do now? ” Yo, somebody roll up, i need to think..” As they flew down the thorough, Duvanni grabbed the Dutchs and commenced to getting the bleez proper. B was driving, and as the pungent aroma of Sensi filled the air, everybody started to relax a little bit more. Honestly, they were going OT on business, and nobody had been able to enjoy a vacation in almost 2 years. The label was starting to take off, and all three had major responsibilities so as to ensure everything went smoothly. If they weren’t in the studio, mixing and recording, they were in meetings with label execs and promoters. A vacation would be nice, even a brief one. Gymel passed the dutch to GS, choking like crazy. ” Daaamn!!!! My dude always comes through wit’ that stupid!” They all laughed, talking shit to each other, just cooling. B put on the Army of Two mixtape they had just finished, and the vibe went to straight CEO mode. The wheels were turning ” as the sensimilla burned” Gymel was saying on track one. That’s when they all seemed to have the same idea at the same time; which is why they were so tight. ” Ya’ll just wanna hit Savannah? We’re already down here..might as well..let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into..” Duvanni looked and G, and G looked at B. ” Let’s go!!!”

An hour later, they were there. Duvanni had called one of his home-girls, and let her know that they were coming through for the weekend, and it just made sense to kick it there instead getting a room. As always, she was cool with it. when they pulled up to her spot, which was nestled not to far from the Port of Savannah, it was poppin’. Bentleys, Lambo’s, Ranges..they were everywhere. Thank goodness they’d decided to whip the 600! Duvanni’s home-girl’s name was Felicia, and she owned an import/export company, so she rubbed elbows with all of the Social Elite of Chatham County. She welcomed the squad in, and immediately showed them to the party; but they were so blazed, that just wasn’t what they wanted to do at the moment. G had the Macbook, mic, and everything needed for a quick session, so they went upstairs. On the way up, Taji was coming down, in a mean pair of Blahniks and a Vera Wang mini that turned everybody’s head, but her eye only fell on Gymel, and she smiled as they passed each other. ” God she smelled sooo good!..” he thought to himself. Little did he know that later on that night, her scent would be ALL over him. The trio reached the top floor, found a spot secluded from the noise, and set up for a quick session.
Session out of the way, and feeling more relaxed, Gymel decided to go downstairs and hit up the bar. A Ciroc and Cranberry sounded nice right about now. As he walked up to the bar, which was floating in the middle of the living room ( sick) he caught a familiar scent. It seemed to be wrapping itself around his whole being, travelling through his nose and straight to his brain. It was INTOXICATING….he had to find the owner; he looked around and saw her sitting on a chaise by the pool, killing the game with with the pose she was striking. Damn. That’s all he could think..Or was he thinking at all? He didn’t even KNOW this girl, and he was wide open…straight lunchbox! He walked over to shorty, and began to introduce himself. ” Hi, my name is-..” Gymel Smythe, I know, ” she said; finishing his sentence. How did she know who he was?? ” I was in Atlanta last week when ya’ll performed at that spot off of Peachtree.” For the life of him he couldn’t remember at the moment. Shorty was BAD. About 5’5″, Cherokee and Korean, and honestly Niki Minaj had nothing on her. She ordered him a drink, and they walked through the slowly dissipating crowd to the deck, which overlooked the river; it was beautiful. They talked for what only seemed like a few minutes, not noticing everybody had left, so it must’ve been for some hours ( Ciroc and Cranberry!). Taji ( which is what she said her name was, finally ) ended up in his arms somehow, and staring into his intense brown eyes with her even more intense grey ones. She had the kid stuck. All Gymel remembered was her saying ” Come with me…” and they left in her Ferrari 550. He didn’t wonder what a girl like this was doing driving a 550, but he didn’t have to think about that; because at every light they stopped at, she was damn near out of her seat and in his lap, lighting fire to his body everywhere she touched him. ” Oh man..” he was gone…..By the time they reached her penthouse, they were already half undressed in the elevator. Gymel couldn’t think, his whole thought process was consumed with lust for Taji, as if she had a fire burning and she needed HIM to put it out. And that he would, they didn’t call him M.G.D. for nothing; no complaints over this way. And Taj was a beast. She was all over him, DEVOURING him, awakening feelings that no other female had ever awakened…It’s like, they were supposed to be here, driving each other out of control..her mouth was on his…his mouth was on her…And, well ya’ll get the picture. Let’s just say that at least one place in Savannah caught fire that night, and it was the top floor over looking the city, in a seriously laid penthouse. They went at it for hours, and when they did pause it was only to roll up, burn a little, and get right back to it.The neighbors got no sleep that. Mmm,Taji…..

” Role Reversal”——–#GymelSmythe