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'‘Id identical to welcome y all told to the rap states battle where the stovepipe freestyles from everywhere around the world fork up up come to compete against the best the adrenaline travel paced his veins as the enormous, high pitched comp angiotensin converting enzyment from the Rap Battle host denote the welcome. The press cheered as a pall ran up his spine, this was the chance for Shorty to gain his revere as a k straightn MC. measure one and up went the first contestant, up against one of the best, Nas, the challenger was practically chewed up and spat knocked issue(p).\r\nNow Shorty was getting weary, he began to see what would happen to him if he failed. ‘ appoint it up for my main firearm Shorty! ‘It was at a time Shortys turn, as he walked up to the dress the microphone was put to his mouth and the collection in their thousands were shouting ‘choke, choke, choke at that very(prenominal) moment Shorty threw back the microphone in disgust, he had ruined it all, there was no chance of him becoming a cognise MC around the world. It was now the champs turn, laterward a few long torturesome minutes, the crowd roared out with cheers Shorty had been put graduate like a dog.\r\nIt was now or never Shortys whole rap move depended on this, he decided to slang another go, again the crowd shouted ‘choke, choke, choke As Shorty have at the hating crowd the stage went quite, suddenly the silence was worried ‘Blood I aint hating on you, so why you hating on me? ‘ Shorty had haggling spilling out of his mouth like water runnel out of a tap, hope now turned into exasperation and anger into words, the words being expressed were very hefty and passionate. After a long 30 seconds of pure MCin the battle was over, now all Shorty could hope for was fate being on his side. Put your hands together for my gentleman Nas! ‘ loud cheering from the crowds of thousands and thousands of people were annulus inside of the ears of Shorty.\r\n‘Now put your hands together for Shorty! ‘ silence. ‘I know many another(prenominal) of you turn over come here this night to see young MCs being ripped aside that I am gladiolus to range we have a raw(a) Champ, its the one and only tongue convolution Li-‘ The piercing sound of the fire buzzer was ringing inside the orchestrate of Shorty, his bespeak was a large church buzzer banging side to side. Ahh, he gave a lighten uptle howler and then(prenominal) began to scream ‘I won repeatedly as he came back to the light of reality from his dream. The categorize suddenly turned to heart him, a long silence hovered over the shivery, drowsy classroom this was soon broken by the bellowing voice of Mr Crankbrook, ‘Pardon? What did you think? ‘ Here sat the greatest MCing lyricist. Shortys head went from pale and idle to a beady hot red as he had the loud voice of Mr Crankbrooks shouting whirl around his head doing circles.\r\nShorty replied in put lot confusion with a simple find fault and shrugged his broad shoulders. As the lesson progressed, Shortys ball of anger against Mr Crankbrook for his embarrassing outbreak raged deep inwardly him. For the remaining part of the lesson Shorty stared aimlessly at the ceiling. ‘Are you ready to die? ‘, ‘No, p-please gimme one mo chance cried the tall shady man who was practically on his knobbly knees begging.\r\n‘I gave you many chances Crankbrook, you chose to blow them back in my face! ‘ ‘Shorty… Nooo! standing coolly and calm, Shorty, in his ice white suit lit a cigar, seconds later he primed(p) a long grubby digit on the trigger of his P90 Rugar, Cranbrook looked at the petrol in disgust, a shot was dismissed, in a slow motion the 9mm bullet train came out of the gun like a spitting snake and the surrounding went dead a split second after the gun shot a hitchhike of ligh tening lashed out aimlessly in the dark night sky. Crankbrook who was now anxious(p) from lack of blood breathed his d well up breath a further octad ear splitting gun shots were fired simultaneously which drained away the holler of Cranbrook.\r\nIn a deep cold voice Shorty muttered his concluding words ‘Whats mines is mines, whats yours is mines, sometimes people tend to forget that the final gunshot was fired. The atmosphere of the scene died down and Shorty dropped down on his knees as his scruples came crawling back to him, Shorty, now the more or less respected thugs of LA, sat on the muffle grass in disbelief to what he had moreover done. ‘Haha… Shorty you just wet yourself you just wet yourself! ‘ shouted a son passing, ‘what? Shorty replied ‘Get outta my way home boy, I want my food exclaimed the plump, Dennis the menace look alike boy, pushing Shorty out of the lunch line. Shorty grasped his gold in his hand with a libertine gr ip and clenched his fist.\r\nThe boy, a waddling pig, then squealed out, ‘gimme your lunch money and shorty gave up his money at bottom seconds not considering the fact that he could say no. for the rest of the day Shorty concept about what had happened and how stupid he had acted to give up his lunch money, ‘Get out my way shouted a passenger walking by and moments later Shorty found himself in a big puddle of dusky mud.\r\nShorty looked at the computer shop and cut the new computer hacking game for his games locker he wanted for a flop long time. ‘Shorty we got someone tryin to hack into our server, they go by the name-‘ ‘I aint got time for this butted Shorty ‘but sir ‘but nothing end of discussion Shorty took check straight away. ‘Lets get down to business enterprise men Shorty picked up a aloof check off and moved swiftly across the immense table, he clicked a button and the spit out of the room of hackers got drained away by the sound produced by the presentation.\r\nShorty began to explain their assignment, ‘ castigate my fellow hackers we are going to have to act quick on this, the political relation of the white house are cooking to get rid of peer to peeer networking and it is up to us to prevent this a big dark haired man wearing a jet black cape like coat spurted out, ‘Sir dont you think this is a bit, well way out of our league a discharge of sweat dropped slowly down Shortys face as he snapped ‘Hush, impossible is nothing as the long hours passed the hackers became weary and tired. Ive found something, Ive nominate something, shouted Neo.\r\nThe specifications of the organisations computers showed that they had a total of coke firewalls, this meant the the hacking team had to act quicker. ‘Use self-denial of System to hack into the main textile of the computers, Ill write a backdoor fifth column for remote access to the generic host explained Shorty as h e wiped his sweaty forehead with a hankerchief, who was working the hardest he had ever worked before.\r\nAfter a trying three quarters of an hour of expiry defying hacking, the team in conclusion got through the hundreds of bail software that was holding the precious government documents. This was time for Shorty to shine, he began writing his backdoor Trojan after a realm of debugging and obtain code writing the Trojan was substitute and it was time. The Trojan began to do its works. Success the trigger-happy moment broke into cheers of laughter, ‘98% of downloading meaning complete…. as the percent downloaded stepwise increased the crew became more uptight, finally 100% complete. Shorty, Neo and Morpheus the first to ever hack into the White House stood arrant(a) amongst each other. ‘Kid, you aiite? ‘ asked a concerned stranger, Shorty starred ahead of him into the busy street and adage the reflection of the moon on the wet, de-escalate road, â €˜Im fine he replied, and then continued to compliments into the night sky.\r\n'