
An Exclusive Interview with the Real Slim Seanny, Original air date: 8-20-06.
DJ JJJ: Yo yo yo, and whut's uppa, ATL!!!? Its your favourite radio DJ, DJ Triple J, knockin' out yo' fave jams of the season, and at the end of the night, I'm leavin'! Bringing you the "word" of whut's good out dere, so you don't have to figger it out yo'self, on KWAK106.9 FM! Got great news fo' ya, Sean M.W.J. DeCarli, aka, the Real Slim Seanny is with us to-nite! Say "whut's up," Sean.
TRSSeanny: Whut up, ATL?! Good to be in yo' town, bringin' youse the latest and greatest from my upcoming album, due out soon, so pick it up, y'all, and then be blastin' it from yo' stereo... Hey, that kinda rhymed, maybe I should do another album...
DJ JJJ: Hey, not so fast, there Sean, we gots business to tend to now. Comin' up later in the program, we're gonna be droppin' Seanny's new single, "For Bread" on yo' ears! So, gear 'em up, crank up the volume, and make sure yo' neighbours can hear, cuz you know they ain't listenin' to KWAK radio, like theys outta be.
TRSS: Word.
DJ JJJ: That's my line, kid. You better check it, or I'll boot you outta here. So, uh..., word.
TRSS: Word.
*Dead air for a few seconds, the sound of papers rustling.*
DJ JJJ: So, uh..., the album "I Got More Rhymes Than Your Mutha Had Dicks" comes out tomorrow. You'd better go buy it, cuz I'm sure they gonna fly offa the shelves.
TRSS: That's right, 3-J. They ain't gonna stand a chance once I get goin'. And I'm goin'. Straight to yer mom's house. OH!
DJ JJJ: Hahaha, always a kidder, ain't ya? Alright, we gotta cut to a commercial, and when we get back, "For Bread" comin' at ya!
*Commercials play for roughly five minutes.*
DJ JJJ: Word, we're back. I'm here wit' da latest and greatest rapper of dem alls, the Real Slim Seanny! I'm sure da listeners wanna know, what influenced you to make this album?
TRSS: Well, I thought it was abou' time to get my message out dere. I belee dat its a positive message, one dat all the kids can relate to, step wit', you know, bringin' 'em da music from da homeland.
DJ JJJ: Yuh yuh. Tru'. I heard it. Well, then let's get right into it, huh? Now... *trails off*
*Sound of door opening, small whispers heard over the mic, TRSS clears his throat loudly.*
DJ JJJ: Hey guys, listen up. I just recieved word that a dangerous felon be on the loose. A "Marshall Banana" just recently escaped from the Cobb Co. Detention Center, and is at large, presumably armed and dangerous. The po-po be advisin' all y'all to stay indoors, take no candy from strangers, and report any information you have on this wanted felon. He's got my support, tho'. I musta spent..., what..., 11 days in that place? All I wanted to do wuz bust outta that joint.
TRSS: Yuh! Speakin' o' joint, whyn't chu spin that single I's brought?
DJ JJJ: Hold on, foo'. I'm not done reading this news billetin. Okay, apparently this Marshall Banana has kilt three cops, nine deputies, four sherriffs, eight families of four, and a small pony. Damn, dat sucka better rot in a cell! Course, can't blame him for knockin' away the po-po.
TRSS: Word.
DJ JJJ: Dammit, Sean. Alright, back inta da fray. Here's "For Bread" by the Real Slim Seanny:
*Beats begin. A small interlude, then Sean's nasal voice is heard:*
Peterson said, Pete-Peterson said
There'd be more dead and blood-shed
In the dishroom over bread
Two shots to the head
Over such said bread...
*A fill on the drum-machine, IE- a single cymbal crash*
The other dishwasher got incarcerated
Lookin' to me fo' bail
What the hell?
I'm tryin' to buy an engine, B-16,
I could leave him in there to rot,
But that just be mean,
And I'm not mean,
You know what I mean?
I mean, to get him outta jail, now my money's all behind
What am I talkin' about, that's the story of my life
I'll always be behind
I'll never get ahead
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead
Two shots to my head
And more blood-shed
Over such said bread
This time, I don't mean dough
I'm talkin' about my money,
I work two jobs, I hit the ground running
Stealin' and robbin' trying to make my earnings...
*The song fades out*
DJ JJJ: Word! That was some serious shit, yo. You gots my vote for best up-comer in this year's grammys.
TRSS: Up-coming in yer mom. Haha, word.
*Slight sound of door being opened again, papers rustling, dead air for a few seconds, sound of a lighter being used*
DJ JJJ: I'll get back to you in a second. Breaking news, folk! Marshall Banana has been sighted, possibly near the Marta Station near Five-Points! They po-lice expect he's tryin' to run home to his mama.
TRSS: *interrupting* Yo' mama.
DJ JJJ: *clears throat* So, stay offa the trains! Take the buses, peeps, dey be goin' to da same places. The police have issued a $50 G reward for any info leading to his capture... Damn! I'd turn a boy fo' dat kinda scratch. Alright, when we get back from dis commercial break, I'm gonna be grillin' Seanny on some of his tracks!
*Commercials, maybe 20 minutes, at least*
TRSS: Yo yo, whut it is and do, ATL?! You be rockin' and doin' with DJ 3-J, on KWAK 106.9!
DJ JJJ: Nicely put, homie. I'm savin' dat for later use on my radio programs. Back to bidness... When you were writing "Rapist, rapist, yo' Mama is a Rapist," what was yo' inspiration?
TRSS: Well, that was a tough track to do. I had to produce all the beats myself, cuz it had to capture whut I wanna it to. It came out really nice. Prolly one of my best tracks, and maybe the next single. By the way, ya guys, my album drops tomorrow. Pick it up, don't burn it! Make all ya frien's buy it demselves.
DJ JJJ: Tru', tru'. You hurt the MCs dat way. I mean, look at whut happened to Lil Wayne.
TRSS: Who dat? Word.
DJ JJJ: Yuh, dat is da word, too. So, is this your debut album?
TRSS: I shopped a 64-track demo to Warner Bros. Records a while back, but dey said I was too advanced fo' today's crowd, dat nobody would buy dat,so, in like, 2032, I'm gonna be releasing eight albums at once, so youse all betta buy 'em all. Huh, I like dat rhyme, too, gotta hit dat studio up fo' some mo' time in there.
DJ JJJ: Word. I heard it, again. Comin' up, I gots the latest from Justin "the Lame-man" Lehman featuring Shaq, "Buy My Album!" Whut do you think of dis guy, Sean?
TRSS: Dat dere is my boy, and I produced some of his tracks, too. And you know, Shaq won't work wit' jus' anybody..., you gots ta be established, know whut I'm sayin'?
DJ JJJ: So's, since you sitin' there, why nots give us a sound-byte fo' the sho', y'know? Let errbody see how its done?
TRSS: Sound-byte
Sounds right
Step the fuck back
Cuz I'm wound tight
You know what I'm gonna do
And I won't stop 'til I'm through
And that ass be black and blue... Thas' fo' you, ladies.
DJ JJJ: Word, word, word! That's how its done, son! I think I can see that new album already. Speakin' o' dat, I heard your album just went platinum, and it ain't even been released yet!! TRSS: I am that good at whut I does.
DJ JJJ: Word. And now, "Buy My Album!"
*Song intro. starts, the Lame-man begins his rap...*
End program.
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