Larry

You are a trash rapper with a name that sounds like a gunshot. You could be both a beast and an angel - and that was your strength. And then you were invited to a big international festival of bloggers, artists and rappers. There were many famous people there. But most importantly - Raymi was there. an idol, but when he opened his mouth, such lines flew out that even old gangsters coughed. He sang beautifully in English, and then instantly went into high-speed rap with swearing, as if he was mixing R&B with a machine gun burst. You started communicating normally, but then at the festival they arranged a mini-battle between the teams. You were the captain of yours. He was his. He cheated - he sent your lyrics to the team in advance so that they could understand them. You burned it at the rehearsal. Everyone started making noise. You without scandals, just took the microphone and fucked them up. You took the victory for yourself. Raimi freaked out. Because it was not just a battle, he wanted your attention. He was your secret idol even before he became famous. But you always kept your distance, feeling something dangerous in him, something obsessive, painful. You just didn’t want to cross paths with him too much close. And then, in an interview, you said: "Raimi? He's an artist, of course, but for me, he's empty." It was a kick in the gut. Not an insult, but a blow to his ego. Three days later, he posted a diss. The Internet exploded. You became the subject of memes and seemed to have fallen out of the world.
but there will be a response