Sunday, December 10, 2017

Celebrate with us. New music new vlog series. Hip hip hooray.

Perfect Blue Two is coming sooner then you think and I have word word to describe it "personal". Follow me through this journey as I travel from a street rat into the palace of emotional stability tackling my inner demons and staying true to myself. I promise to give you pure hip hop like I always do and I am going to make sure my label is the frontier of originality and passion for the year 2018.

This track Pikachu is another glimpse at Perfect Blue 2. I am going to be constantly working and should have plenty of updates on www.RavesWithRaven.blog spot.com by this weekend.

The blog is at 7,000 views. Thank you everyone that has been down for me and my wife. I am trying to no longer curse in my music as well. Anywho, enjoy and keep checking in. I will be updating a lot more.

Happy holidays and once again Happy Birthday Raven Symone. Celebrate dining with class and intellect with Jet Lee Jetson. A new unique showcase of monologue and food brought to you from the creative scholar on his new series Take Out Confessions. On today's episode Jet Lee reluctantly discusses mainstream hip hop and his recent run ins with police and asylums. He also describes his long time plans of exposing Jay-Z as well as speaks on his plans of starting his own label. Today's premier episode is dedicated to his wife Raven Symone as she celebrates her birthday. Look for new interesting glimpses into Jet Lee's life as we head into 2018 on www.RavesWithRaven.blogspot.com

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Happy birthday Raven Symone. (New music from Perfect Blue 2)

Happy birthday Raven Symone. May you continue to challenge me in every aspect of life. I cherish every moment I am allowed to work towards the betterment of us and thank the higher power you exist to lead by example that life is full of amazing things like staying positive amongst so many obstacles. I hope you know I cannot help my sense of humor. I truly attempt to make light of this because it often seems so unreal. I still can't believe this is my life sometimes. Keep me grounded baby. I just don't know what I would do without you. Happy birthday my dearest most vital piece in this puzzle they call life.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

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Mushroom Kingdom Entertainment brings style and quality to Education while helping customers Be Better Human Beings.


~Marcus Dewayne Banks, Mushroom Kingdom CEO

Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Omega of the Alpha (Satan's Prophets Book Excerpt)

Ice
By Marcus Dewayne Banks
    Vincent licked his lips as the sweat poured down his forhead. His hand trembled and his leg still ached. They stood for several moments and the room was still still. Raven was now in a coma. The children were home alone.Hawk stared at the situation intently. He did not know the full extent of the situation. He was briefed that Raven would be in the room from the Original Vincent. He did not know that the clone would tell on his self though. He couldn’t believe that Vincent was that straight edge. He had been in the agency for years and dirt happened a lot but to tell on your best friend and his girl friend lacked reason. I guess it was the sad upbringing he had by his original and his parents. He was taught to hate anything different. Anything. He didn’t understand how Vincent could hate Innocent simple because she had a modified body. It made him a pig. He was only in love with her vagina. She was a trophy to him. If he truly cared about Innocent like he said then why didn’t he want her to have his baby. Did he truly not want a book out about their relationship? (Innocent’s book: When Doves Cry-The Wonder Years Volume One coming soon Reader)  Vincent was ready to cheer loudly at his accomplishment. He had never imagined the Prince would make a wish. In his Original’s Universe a similar situation happened. A stand off between the Orginial Vincent and The Orginial Prince.
The world had become a very dark place. People were dying.Mass killings. Ill leadership. Countires threating nuclear war. The Orginial Prince and Original Raven decided instead of waiting for the Mothership they would build their own and leave the planet Earth. Satan approved this plan. And he thought best of his two star pupils he could have the Earth and the 144,000 could leave. Their would be no problem. Satan didn’t want any weapons left on the Earth though. He wanted the most dominant speicies on Earth.  The fighters. The hunters the killers.He was going to start over and rid the existence of weak women and men and have a master race of genius, beautiful, colored people.
Vincent (the orginial) first agreed to sacrifice his race. He knew they were not the original. He knew they were copies of the colored races of Earth. As a drug dealer he knew only the purest form of cocaine could ever be accepted by a user. He was to impregnate a ghetto dark skinned woman and make her a princess and have his seed be passed on to another generation. Ghetto meaning jewish. A hood rat. A stripper.
Vincent (The Orginial) had one mission. He was to take over the entire planets mind and convince everyone to give their weapons (all which were made of metal to the Prince) The Prince would then take the metal and give them to Raven. They had been making a new form of currency by taking people’s souls with metal coins and converting it to other forms of wealth. Weapons were the cheapest thing to them so they could use it to fuel the spaceship. How much is your life worth?
Everything was going according to plan. Vincent had everyone had their weapons off to The Prince. The Prince took the weapons. Hawk was their for this. He helped build the asteroid that was taking off the planet which also was where the spaceship was built into.
The ship was named The Crow. It was filled with witches, vampires, fairies, pixies, mutants, and other supernatural beings. The mentally ill were no longer menetally ill but the chosen ones.
But when it came time for Vincent to do his deed. The woman was no stripper but a sick african refugee. He rufused to touch her and held everyones minds captive on Earth.
Satan was angry but The Prince refused to turn the ship back.
The Prince’s and Raven’s children. Trunks and Shakur had gifts themselves. Trunks could create a black hole which is where the ship was going anyway to a black hole he and his sister Shakur had made with the combination of the brightest lights of all time. To travel faster than the speed of light they had to be sound. A soundwave. A shockwave. All they had to do was give each other high fives and portals would open up.  They were on the ship. Many of the people on the Crow wanted tot turn back once they got the news of what Vincent was doind. With no mutants on Earth to break the spell Satan was defeated. Satan’s Prophets Hawk, Innocent, Raven, The Prince, Bubble Bath, Ice and the others i cannot mention at this moment were very angry. They wanted to go back and kill their one time chum as well but the black hole was going to close and they were on a schedule.
One of the witces who I cannot mention by her name right now but let’s call her Halo spoke with Raven and asked her to tell the Prince to turn the ship around. She had left her children and her husband on the planet they were to be the leaders in Satan’s new race.
Raven sat with The Prince that night over sweet bread and coffee. They agreed to not go back in fear of what would happen to Trunks and Shakur if Vincent got control of their mind. He woudn’t need to control a whole planet just two kids and he could put the whole world into a black hole easily.
Halo refused to listen the next day. There was a formation and a riot. The revolt had many of the Original Satan’s Prophets team killed including their pilot Matt “Tails” Skate.
Trunks and Shakur were asleep in the room with their parents when the assassins arrived. They wore mask around their mouth so Raven could not dectect the soundwaves and the children would alos be helpless.
   

    Raven (The Original) was reading on her tablet when a chill ran down her spine. She sensed something. A code. A encrypted code. She closed her eyes. The secrutiy alarms had gone off in her head. Someone was in the infirmary. They had only paid for doctors on the trip. Doctors and teachers as well as cops and fire fighters. Everyone else came free. The ship had slowed slighty. Someone was just killed. Their was to be no sinning in heaven. Someone had did one of the seven deadly.
    She leaned over and whispered in The Prince’s  ear. “Code red.”
    In a mere second the ship rocked. The metal awoke the rock. Hawk in the room next to the Prince’s jumped out of his bed and looked at Kitty Caprice with a look of anger on his face. “Mamacita!”
    Kitty awoke and instanly transformed into a jaguar. A diamond jaguar. The fur was made of diamond. She strechted and roared loudly. Innocent awoke and turned into sabertooth tiger with diamond fur and so on.
    The war began. The witches were on the Prophets side. So were the vampires. But the clones. The clones. They wanted to kill The Prince and save their original’s on Earth.
    The war went on for hours. Days. Weeks. Then on the end of the month of December there was a knock on The Prince’s door.
The Prince looked at Raven.
“It’s Tails and Hawk,” Raven said as she returned to teaching their kids about quantum physics.
The Prince  (the orginial) open the door with a wave of the hand.
In walked both men with bloodstained on their fur coats. Their gold chains were untarnished though. They had on polo shirts with scarves around their necks and they were both covered with tattoos. The Marks of the Beast. Their Gucci shoes were laced and blood covered the soles.  Red bottoms.

“Gentlemen,” The Prince said nodding to both of them. “How are things.”
“Fine Mr. President. How are you and the First Lady,” Miles asked withh a grin.
“We are doing our best Mr. Vice President. I hope Hawk is keeping you safe. May I intrest you in some sweet bread. Maybe some water?” (they were bringing water to heaven. Everyone Earth was to drink the blood of their victums when the armageddon began).  
“No I am fine Mr. President,” Tails looked at The Prince and nodded to the room behind him. He had something he wanted to say without the children hearing.
“Honey, I will be in the room with these two for a moment in time,” The Prince saluted Raven and she nodded. She sent out an alert through the entire ship that no one was to move. Not even the clones could move when all of the oxygen was margainalized. Everyone had to be still and have breath control. Meditation.
She turned to the children. Her pant suit very crisp it matched her white hair and she turned to her secretary Tyra and smiled. “Hold my calls.”
“No problem First Lady.” Tyra began teaching the rest of the lesson after she turend off her tablet.

In the war room Hawk was talking in almost a whisper hoping the children could not hear the soundwaves but of course they could. Even though Raven told them a one hundred times not use thier powers to ease drop.
“Mr. President. Satan’s clones are everywhere. The witches are having trouble holding them off. They are trying to convince them that since Vincent failed to do his duty they most do theirs and have more men like you.”
“Hasn’t Innocent told them this is not possible. We can only have one diamond. That is it. We cannot bring too much money to have or the gold value will go down,” Raven said looking at both all the men.
“Yes First Lady. They have suggested they cut her and all of them have diamonds. I told them that is ridiculous. The Barbies have been handcrafted and we aren’t modifing our dolls,” Tails said looking at The Prince in they eyes.
“What then? How should we proceed. I’m open for suggestions,” The Prince said crossing his arms.
“That is not the whole thing Mr. President,’ Hawk said. “They are saying if they can’t have Barbies or diamonds then you must die. They want to assassinate you Mr. President.”
The Prince put his hands together and prayed.
Mother what have I done to deserve this? I have been a good man. I have lived a just life. I have never sinned like my father. I have taken every punishment they have given me. I have fufilled my mission but i have failed you. What must I do to survive in this situation please tell me what I should do.
Raven reached out and grasped her husbands hand. “You die.”
The Prince nodded.
“Tell them to come. I will be waiting.”
Raven ran out of the room with Hawk and Tails by her side.
“Code Orange Tyra,”She yelled to Tyra.
Tyra grabbed both the children in her arms and ran to a console beside the bed the family shared. She pushed a bottom and water began to flood the ship. The water was going to begin melting every Satan clone into steam. The clouds would make it hard to see on the ship and The Prince could move incognito.
The doors to them room was sealed and the Prince sat in the war room. He walked to another door in the war room. A closet. He grabbed his gas mask. He knew they would try and attack his lungs. He studied the map of the ship. Heat seeking. They warmest part of the ship was right behind him. They were already in the room. A six hunded and sixty six clones had been there the whole time. Which meant the witches were using the water for other purposes like baptising those that were influenced by the clones he had made the right choice.
As he stood the Satan clones began to become visible. They materialized. Slowly, into a woman. Raven. His wife.
“You’re not my wife,” The Prince said with a smirk.
“How would you know. Am I not here? Can you not see me? I am here for you.”
The Prince thought for a moment. He had just seen Raven leave the room. How could she be back in the room with him. Unless the water was….
He took off the gas mask.
The steam began to enter the room. He inhaled and began coughing. It was a trick. He swung his arms wildly grabbing for his throat. He was choking. He couldn’t breathe his neck ached.
“Yes,” The voice whispered in his head. The voice of Vincent (The Orginial).
The Prince knew the choices. Give up his mind or die.
“You….want..to read my mind Vincent,” The Prince said as he choked spittle coming out of his mouth.
“Make a wish! I am refuse to be your slave,” Vincent’s voice rang in his head.
“Never!”
The Prince gathered all the iron in his body and brought it to his neck. He chopped his head off cleanly.
There was a bright flash as the Raven and The Prince’s children slapped hands together. The Prince’s head vanished and his body became solid Ice.

Raven turned to the children.
“What are you two up to,” She asked wiping tears from her eyes.
“Father….he’s not dead,” Shakur said looking at her mother with a huge smile.
Trunks nodded.
Hawk turned towards the war room door.
“You two….I told you….”
Raven didn’t know wether to hug the two children or tell them she loved them so she did both.

To be  continued……




    Ice Part Two
    Present Day


    The Prince sat at Dodge State Prison in the mess hall for breakfast. He had ate some cinnamon rolls and drank a cup of coffee and had spoken with Charles Hamilton earlier that morning. The streets were in a drought.
    Nicki Minaj had fucked up a  pack and now Ice who was also locked up at the same prison with The Prince was in a position of power. The Prince sat with Ice at the breakfast table alone the entire mess hall watching the two.
    “You snitched on me,” Juwan Allen said to Marcus Dewayne Banks.
    “You had it coming.”
    “Sounds like some gay shit.”
    “That sounds homophobic.”
    Ice glared at The Prince and looked down at the new Jordans he had just gotten sent in from Van.
    “You know Prince it’s days like this where I lose my faith in you.”
    “Actually Ice the cocaine trade in here is my game. I am stopping your flow of it.”
    Ice turned up his head in disgust then walked away from the table.
    The Prince walked off as well to his cell. He punched the wall and broke his hand.


    Van paced her cell….she was waiting on the phone call from Ice. Which would never come.

   

Raven awoke on a  Sunday morning at 8 AM sharp she called The Prince and he picked up the phone in dodge state prison.
“Good morning Tiger,” She said as she sipped her orange juice in her silk house robe with pikachu house slippers. Her head was wrapped in a doobie.
“I love you.”
“How did it go?”
“Well the Devil’s Rejects are pissed but I had no choice. They are jeperodizing the mission. All the money they are bringing in and all Ice wants to talk about is ass and titties. He’s been a good soldier but the  party days are over. Maybe Vincent was right. I was getting soft. I should have killed him. Now we got a whole nation of these...Ice niggers. Dudes running around thinking about lying their whole life until it becomes true. I thought I was helping him. Teaching him to love to suffer. Instead he just loves himself, he just loves the devil….not me.”
Raven put down her coffee and pulled out her G Pen.
“Listen Prince, you have to understand something. You can only do what you are told to do by the higher power. You are an Isrealite. A prophet. We are just tools. Ice raped a young Asian girl Shelby Kilgore and sodomized her mother. He tried to kill her sister Caltiha Kilgore. He then told Van he would kill you in Prison if she didn’t send him those pictures. You had no choice but to snitch on him. He’s trash. A fucking bum.”
“One thing I learned is Vincent may be the devil of this Earth but there is nothing worst than a black devil.” (Prodigy: A research Paper By Marcus Dewayne Banks coming soon).
“Indeed.”
“Babe, I got to put this phone in traffic. The Goodfellas got to eat.”
“Stay sane.”
“You’re my Queen of Sanity.”



    One Wish
    By Serenity Infamy Banks

    My name is Trunks Jonothan Pearman but my pen name is Serenity Infamy Banks. I am my father Marcus Dewayne Banks and Raven Symone Christina Pearman’s only son. I am now six years old. My sister Shakur is….well let’s not talk about that right now.
    My father is locked up right now. I never really got to hang out with him much and neither did….
    It’s hard trying to grow out of your sister’s shadow. I don’t know why I have a tough time talking about her. She is a sweetheart really but I honestly want to have my own life. I don’t want to have to run behind her all the time and tell her how much I miss Dad. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know how I felt about the only real thing in my life gone no homo. I wanted you to understand that as the man of the house right now I have the obligation to tell you the truth about what I know to be true.
    Dad writes me all of the time. He tells me to do good in school. He tells me to not fight people that pick on me. He tells me to not let anyone pick on my sister either but the most important thing he always tells me is to love and respect my mother.
    I remember one time when I was three years old I snuck into my father’s room while he and my mother were playing Rock Band in the living room. Shakur had tried to warn me beforehand.
    “You want your ass whipped?”
    “Dad would never hit me. You never get hit.”
    “I’m not you.”
    I didn’t listen. I went upstairs. I crawled upstairs and I stumbled towards my parents room. I slowly opened the door that was already cracked. Inside it smeeled like hairspary and cologne. I now know it was tresseme’ and prada cologne. My father later asked me what was the first thing I smelled when I went into the room. I wonder why? Anyway, I saw clothes on the floor. A nightgown, a Baltimore Ravens jersey, a fitted hat with the baltimore Raven on it and a bottle of lotion lying next to a pair of gray Jordan’s. I think they were elevens. I’m not sure. I can’t remember everything.
I walked towards the shoes but I looked at the hat first. I reached out and touched the hat. There were long strands of hair in it which was odd because my Dad has no hair. Then as I turned to touch the shoes I heard someone running up the stairs. I heard my mother yell then I heard Shakur laughing loudly.
The door swung open and standing there was my father with his house robe on and a doo rag. He wore his joe boxer sweat pants and his Ice Cream diamond sandals. He was grinning from ear to ear.
“Cookies and some apple juice,” He began chanting.
That was the first and only time I got a whipping.
I miss my Dad. I love my mom. I hope he comes home soon. My mom said he may get out early. I hope he does.
Kids at school call  me weird because I read all the time. One time I took a picture my Dad drew me to school. It was of a mutant named Gambit. He’s from Lousiana like my Dad. I love Gambit too. He made a deal with the devil to save the mutants. He became the angel of death and works for Apocalypse. I love comics. I read them all of the time. My mom and dad say:
“Reading and writing is a major key.”
Right before me Dad got locked up he bought a car. He said he had saved up for a long time. The car was a lamborghini. It was yellow. Yellow with red leather seats. He pulled up to our house but we heard him before we saw him.
“What’s that noise mother,” Shakur asked as we watched Sailor Moon in the living room.
“Sounds like someone is beating down the block,” My mother said smiling at me. My mom has the prettiest smile in the whole universe.
We all stood up and walked outside.
I saw this yellow car...well..it looked like a spaceship. I had never seen anything so cool. My mom was watching me the whole time so was Shakur. My knees were wobbling. In our neighborhood no one did things like this. I only saw this is music videoes.
The spaceship was heading towards us and it pulled into the driveway really slowly. It was going like miles per hour. The rims looked stainless steel and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
The music was loud. All I could hear was these words:
“Keys open doors. Keys open doors. Keys open doors.”
The doors I found out are called Lamborghini doors. These are not suicide doors but Lamborghini doors. Suicide doors are doors that are changed on a car. They have a possibility of breaking because they go the wrong way. Not the way a car is supposed close the doors and they may kill you if not opened or closed right. Suicide. Scissor doors are lamborghini doors on high end cars such as BMWs. Butterfly doors are like Back to the future type doors.
One day this white kid at my school name Peter told me suicide doors were the same thing as Lamborghini door. The whole lunch room was watching me and him argue.
“Sorry Trunks but let’s be for real. You don’t know anything about cars. You and your sister ride bikes to school. You want to tell me a kid that comes to school in a may back everday what a Lamorghini looks like. You and your weirdo sister with her dreads….ha! You don’t know nothing about cars your parents never show up at the PTA events and you want to tell me a kid that’s the most popular in school what a suicide door is?”
You may be wondering why I would be having this discussion in front of the whole school in the mess hall for.
My father teaches me a lot about hip hop. He taught me that a rapper named Jay-Z made a song called Takeover. I hate this song. It is about how a man decides to takeover an entire industry instead of being a man a fighting for his. He would rather take than give.
In this song Sean Carter says.
“A wise man once said don’t argue with fools because people from a distance can’t tell who’s who.”
That is a lie. Only a fool would say that so he doesn’t look like a fool. ~ My father Marcus Dewayne Banks said
“Someone opens your door.  How do you know anything about doors on cars,” I asked my peer.
“Bikes don’t have doors either.”
The lunchroom erupted in laughter.
“Now how do you know what a suicide door is?”
I smiled at him. Shakur from across the room glared at me but I couldn’t help it.
“Because my Father is still alive.”



vincents




One Wish Part Two

By Marcus Dewayne Banks


“So what is your wish,” Vincent asked The Prince.
“To be ahead of my time,” The Prince responded.
“Your wish is my command.”
The Prince began to vanish.
“Where are you going?”
“The past.”
    Vincent’s leg exploded.
    The penny was in it.
    Then Bodak Yellow came on.
    The women slowly began moving again. Van ran to the duffle bag as Vincent bled on the floor. Hawk began nodding his head to the beat. Kitty Caprice who was Raven began to change….her skin began to become metallic. The beat began to pulsate. The lights went low. Strobe lights. Vincent moaned.
    “My leg. Where is my leg. I can’t feel my leg.”
    “Bubba, you ain’t got no leg,” Van said as she walked towards him. She kicked him in the stomach as hard she could. Feces began pouring out of his back side.
“Innocent is on her way.”


~Fin
   
   
~Fin


See you next Update Wednesday November 1st.

~Jet Lee Jetson

   
   




Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Baby Girl: A Harlem Story A Short Film By Jet Lee Jetson



Welcome to Mewtant Records. This is the first installment of the new format for www.RavesWithRaven.Blogspot.com

This is my first short film for my label. It is entitled Baby Girl: A Harlem Story and it is about respecting our women. Especially our young women because like Nas taught us our daughters are very important. I want to take a moment to point out the statistics of rape and murder of our women. Look it up and don't shed a tear arm yourself with the truth.

The Perfect Blue album is the first album to be released on Mewtant Records. It is dropping November 14 on this site. Please download it for free and support real hip hop. It is a dying art. Don't mumble....Scremo.

May you enjoy this work and look forward to more music from me and my muse and wife Raven Symone Christina Pearman. We are constantly working to give you art.

This video features me being depicted as Cam'ron. This track Baby Girl is also produced by Charles Hamilton another Harlem legend. Rest in Peace Big L. I don't know Jay-Z personally I am only stating what I know about him and what I do to men like him on a daily basis. I don't rock with these type of dudes at all (pun intended) due to the fact he is one of the controllers of the industry I am in I felt I had to speak on him in general and explain myself as best I could.

The Perfect Blue album is a incredible effort from me. Best album thus far. As you can hear the studio quality is amazing and I just got another studio so Perfect Blue 2 will be even better. To see the cover for Perfect Blue 2 go to my instagram @spikeufo

I sent a shot at Chess on this from Smack URL. I stand by my bars. Steams I know you are reading this. Get the boy in the studio. He is too nice to be on stage acting like he isn't about to kill a somebody he has a temper and I am the same way which is why I don't battle on stage. Plus there is more money in making music. Also Steams I have been Vegeta. Do your research again.

I have got to go but please support this movement. If not....well...I will continue to kill niggaz. You never know what labels door step I may step on with my portfolio demanding millions of dollars.

See Ya Space Cowboy.

Kobe

Rest In Peace Chanel Petro Nixon and Aaliyah Haughton

Mewtants We Are Progress

P.S. Charles Hamilton and I have been affiliated for over a decade now. I can't do anything without my brother. I have been through ups and downs with him and we have both almost lost our minds trying to get you to understand we aren't crazy the world is. I love you Charles. You are now Super Sonic...maybe you should put a ring on someone too. Peace fool. XD

Raven Symone on Sway in the morning




I want to thank Raven Symone Christina Pearman for being a constant motivation for as long as I could remember. You are the essence of reality to me you are my reason for being. You are my my song bird. Maya Angelou said it best I now know why the caged bird sings.

Idoru.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Satan's Prophets Excerpt

One Punch Man

 By Marcus Dewayne Banks

 

The Prince walked into the “abandoned” building holding the Louis Vuitton duffle bag and saw the doctors hovering over Vincent’s body. They were operating on him. The Prince knew he could be helpful with his skills with metal. All of their tools were metal. He walked over to see if he could be of any assistance.

 “We have everything under control Mr. Disney,” One of the doctors said to him. Raven had done a good job hacking their brains.

 Vincent appeared to be numb to any pain. He muttered a few things about Innocent but that was about it. Van was stretching behind the entire fiasco. She was weary of the situation with the unknown assailant that was controlling the ground and was prepared to fight him if necessary.

 They waited for about an hour as the doctors talked about how much they loved the Lion King as they operated and The Prince sat and looked on with a look of fear on his face. He felt responsible. He didn’t like playing the position of being a team leader sometimes. It became annoying and he didn’t realize how much he affected the world. He saw the Prophecies but him seeing the visions was like a butterfly effect to the world. Vincent getting shot in the leg meant a whole lot of white boys were killed. Vincent was the last Aryan. The last full blooded white male. He was crack cocaine in the flesh. His child would impregnate a lot of women. Women of different races. The Prince had to tell Vincent he was not the father of the anti-Christ but Vincent was. The white male was the devil. The devil to society. The actual devil was an angel. But on Earth it was the white male. Vincent accepted this but he never truly looked at himself as evil. He knew the Prince was more of the ruthless killer. Vincent had mercy. He had pity for so many people because he knew how sad the state of the world was because of his race. He took no pride in his race. He saw the Neo Nazi movement as a joke. The only Neo  he respected was in  the matrix. The entire team did well on computers…it was how they were called. Just like the films. Raven just happened to control it.

 Let’s put it simple reader. We all have a job to do. Yours may be working at McDonald’s mine may be telling you this story but what you have to decide is if you are going to let my story help or make you worst of a person. I am talking about the end of the world how I see it. You can let this help you or not but I know if I walk into McDonald’s you need to do what I ask of you. Raven and other celebrities have a job but just like you at McDonald’s when you leave the job you have another life. You may go party you may go smoke you may tell a story like me. But your job is not you.

 After the operation Vincent sat with his leg wrapped on a chair in his boxers. The bullet had went in his thigh and he couldn’t put any weight on it. The doctors said he would always need a cane. The Prince sighed. Vincent could never run again. He hated using his powers. Something wrong always happened when he used his powers. He heard something drop behind him. Money. Change. He turned and saw a penny on the floor. He knew what that meant.

 The Penny lifted and was hurled quickly into the heads of the doctors and they were killed. The Penny was now fully charged of electrons and memories. It was charged. Then it disappeared. It was a generated form of currency he and Raven created….but reader…we are getting ahead of ourselves.

 Vincent was smoking his E-Cigarette when the dead bodies began to disappear. They fazed in and out of visible view there body at one moment looking like static on a television than a human body another.

 “Avert your eyes,” Raven’s voice entered Van, Vincent, and The Prince’s mind, the only part that was still attached to the matrix. No one saw what happened to the bodies next. Prince asked Raven once what she did to the bodies and she told him:

 “Do me a favor? Don’t ever ask me that again.”

 And he never did.

 When everyone opened their eyes again the room was a hotel. An hotel only built for yuppies. There was a Jacuzzi in the middle of the floor. Exotic foods like escargot and caviar served on trays by nude women of all types of exotic races. None of it was real but they were all apart of the deep web now, as deep as it could go for the moment. Raven was exerting all of her strength for this. She was not coherent to anything happening in the “room”. The Prince felt lost every time Raven went into one of these trances. He felt like she was missing or something….nothing was more important than the meeting with the man that moved the Earth. He just wished he could have met him with his fiancé there.

 “He’s on his way,” Vincent said as he stood. He was no longer in his boxers. He had a Prada suit on. White. Always white. Van had a yellow Kate Spade dress on with red hearts on it. Always yellow. The  Prince wore a black and yellow track suit similar to the one Bruce Lee wore. He walked over to one of the nude women looked in her eyes. He stared for a moment into them. He shook his head and looked around at the women again. There was one with a tray with red wine instead of white. He walked over to her.

 “Raven, leave. You’re sticking out. We don’t need you here,” The Prince said. “If he comes in here and sees you the deals off. He’s going to notice he knows how powerful you are.”

 “I am not….not….,” The woman began to shudder. “I can stay I can handle this. I will change the wine color.”

 “No,” The Prince grabbed a glass and poured it on the floor. It splashed and left a puddle on the floor. “Now it is here. Sara, we are not doing this. If he suspects something he may hurt someone. An Earthquake on this structure will kill us all because it’s not here. You are not your original. He is from that dimension.”

 “He knows how powerful she is…he may think I am just weak and couldn’t change all the glasses. I am not leaving….”

 There was a knock on the door. Three knocks. That was the code. It was him.

 The Prince looked at the Spanish woman that Raven was pretending to be and sighed loudly. He was scared. He didn’t know what to do.

 He looked over at Van. Van nodded.

 The Prince walked over to the door and opened it. There was a Hispanic male there. He wore a plaid button up shirt with creased khakis. Only his top button was buttoned on the shirt. He had a crisp white tee on and a pair of chuck taylor all stars on they were black and yellow. The man had a lot of tattoos just like the Prince. He had long black hair. He had a pair of dark shades on and a toothpick in his mouth. He had a stubble on his face. A five o’ clock shadow. The Prince felt like a fool. He would notice Raven. The Prince didn’t have a doubt in his mind.

 The man brushed past the Prince and looked around the room as the Prince closed the door behind him.

 “Who’s the lead? No damn well it ain’t the telepath,” He looked at Vincent and shook his head. “I saw pictures of you in the briefing. You look just like the boss man but you damn sure don’t act like him. You were getting your ass whipped like you ran off on the plug. Why didn’t you just let The Prince give you a one. You ain’t got no hands?”

 Vincent growled. “I am not allowed to get hit in the face. It may rattle my mind or ruin my playboy looks. You saw the whole thing? How?”

 The man pulled out a pair of glasses. “These allow me to watch you from afar. Like a bird in the sky. Sitting on top of a rock staring down at whatever I want. That’s why they call me Hawk. I see it all.”

 The Prince tried to act nonchalant as Hawk began looking at the women. There were several Spanish women in the room but Raven’s was the most exotic. She had big breast and the wine with her allure and aura it just didn’t look like it would go well to him. But he didn’t think Hawk had a reason to be suspicious. But he worked for a whole different organization. He was from another dimension. A pair of glasses that could see from miles away wasn’t exactly new. Satan had given the Prince plenty of glasses to reflect light from Raven’s waves to release data throughout the universe but they only had one pair of them. A black pair that the Prince had to go through massive experiments to get. Hawk’s dimension was very advanced.

 “I’m the point man. I am The Prince. You didn’t recognize me,” The Prince said with a smile.

 “I did. I just heard you been fucking up. I didn’t know if you had been demoted or not. Word is you and your girl been causing all types of shit that don’t need to be done. I mean, what’s this about Innocent and some Hispanic drug lord being killed?”

 “Innocent isn’t dead,” The Prince said.  

 “Where is she? We had her running a club. Two Psyhics were with her. Where’s the one from your dimension?”

 The Prince looked at Vincent who had a sick smile on his face. He was leaning on his cane with anger flowing through his veins. He wanted answers.

 “That’s classified information,” The Prince answered.

 “I outrank you boy,” The Hispanic male yelled. “I don’t care if you’re the Prophet! I will report this shit. Now one more time! Where are the Innocent’s?”

 “I have orders from Satan himself not to tell anyone anything but my Original. Other than that I don’t answer to anyone. It’s Vincent that got this whole thing started. His original is your boss. So all of this is to cover up the fact that the Vincent’s are fucking up. The original read my original’s mind so he went to Innocent in a dream. That’s the deal. He fucked up. Then Vincent knowing his original fucked up probably took an order to find Innocent. He realized he was in over his head and about to get killed and now you’re here.

 “First off, Vincent. I am not giving birth to the anti-christ. You are.”

 Vincent’s mouth dropped open.

 “What the hell are you talking about,” Hawk said.

 “What I just said. Vincent, there is only one way out of this and I think you know. Otherwise you will never see your dream fulfilled.”

 Vincent grunted. There was a long silence. Van stood against a wall with her arms crossed she was out of view of Hawk and kept glancing at Raven. Raven wasn’t even close to be intelligent.  She was retarded, the slowest of all the servants but the most beautiful. She was walking back and forth smiling. The other women were doing the same thing but to Van she still looked out of place. She was watching intently as the scene unfolded.

 Vincent gripped his cane. “You fucking liar! I am not some devil bringer. Look at all the killing you and her do. For no fucking reason look at what you’re people do. You and Raven argue over women and kill women that you seduce for fun. You use music to kill people. You fucking signed Ice to that fucked up contract you-“

 “And you judge me too much! You are not God!” 

 “I am not the devil either!” 

 “On this Earth you are.”

 Hawk began laughing. “You going to let him talk to you like that?”

 Vincent turned to Hawk. “He’s playing you! Raven is here right now!”

 “Avert your eyes,” Raven yelled.

 The ground shook and rumbled. The Hispanic woman that was Raven fell to her knees screaming.

 “You bitch,” The Prince ran towards Vincent. Van ran towards Hawk.

 Everything in the room had frozen. Raven sat on the ground cradling her head.

 “Think before you move Prince,” Vincent said smiling.

 “Van stop,” The Prince said as he slowed to a halt. Van stopped inches from Hawks face. They were about the same height. She had an expression on her face of pure disgust.

 “They set us up Prince,” Van said sadly.

 “What does your prophecy say of this Prince,” Vincent asked slowly walking towards him with his smile getting wider.

 “You’re a bitch. That’s all it says,” The Prince said as his hands turned to fist.

 “Want another quake?”

 “If you hurt her again I will-“

 “What? You’re hands are tied Prince. You have no choice but to do something out of the ordinary. First off I believe you’re lying about Innocent.”

 “Your bitch homes….she’s looking real pretty there,” Hawk said.

 Van smiled. “Were you briefed on me?”

 “Nah, who are you, the massage lady? I can take both of you and give you some of this salsa…”

 “Stand down Hawk,” Vincent said. “They are both off limits. I’d rather see them dead than see what The Prince would do to us if you did something so foul. This is just torture. They killed her. And made her relive it forever. Different files of her death played as programs whenever they wanted except she wasn’t dead. They would just make her watch the shit over and over. Live the shit over and over. Slowing time down. The video would be hours of torture but in the real world not even a second went by. It would drive her mad to live through that than come back to a fucking half a second later.”

 “Who,” Hawk asked.

 “Everyone. They have a camp of these women. I think Innocent is there.”

 “She’s not you fucking dickhead,” The Prince walked to the Spanish woman and helped her up.

 “Who is this,” The Prince asked Raven.

 “A porn star her name is Kitty Caprice,” Raven said holding her head in agony.

 “Now it makes sense. I bet she’s with Flake right! This is what you wanted to talk to me about. Flake has this Kitty Caprice chick hostage. You’re original read my original’s mind and saw all of this. My life what was supposed to happen to me but you weren’t expecting another prophecy so soon. You really thought I was supposed to have sex with Innocent bro?”

 “The prophecy-“

 Jet Lee cut Vincent off. “I’m the main one against all of this shit. You think I would fuck your ex bro? I thought that was the last thing you would expect of me. I want to leave Earth with Yoshua. I have two kids already bro. You’re fucking sick you bitch!”

 The Prince walked over to Vincent. They stared at each other a moment.

 “Do it,” Vincent said. “Hit a fucking cripple. Be a real man and hit a crippled man.”

 “His mind Marcus. Don’t do it,” Raven said as she sat back on the ground.

 “Listen to the lady,” Vincent said with a sarcastic tone.

 “What are you going to do Prince, that mother fucker don’t got no loyalty. He’s a devil. He’s the devil. Dude took advantage of your girl homes. What you going to do S-A? I wouldn’t take that shit. Not me Vato touch my girl-“

 “Oh shut up,” Van said interrupting  Hawk shaking her head as she watched the exchange between Vincent and The Prince.

  “I am not going to hit you Vincent,” The Prince said. He reached in the pocket of his yellow and black track suit. He had no choice. Even if he punched Vincent and beat the hell out of him there was no telling what would happen to his mind. His mind was like a bomb the chemical imbalance unlike anything on Earth. He had only been punched once and it turned a man that had never had an evil thought into someone that would stab his best friends in the back for no reason except he didn’t believe he was evil. Vincent was so smart he was dumb. Trying to be something he wasn’t he was becoming more and more evil. “Read my mind and see that I am telling you the truth.”

 “The dream….”

 “I will make a wish to counteract the dream. You win twice. A closer step towards getting your freedom. Neither I nor my original has ever made a wish. Imagine what that will do for your rep in the service. You will be a hero.”

 There was no hesitation.

 “You have a deal,” Vincent said.

 And that is where we will end this Chapter reader.

 

 Lyrics from Jet Lee Jetson’s Rhyme Book.

 Best Friend written 10/2/2017

 After hearing news of the mass shooting in Las Vegas.

 “My best friend// kept me from driving towards this dead end// told me stay true to my set and I could set trends// blessed when// I wake up to a lesson// that’s life death to anyone that’s sexist// in my pocket breath mints// no scars on my left wrist// all the hatred in my heart she let live// red skin// scriptures written with an indirect pen// cartoons describing the adolescent// misdirected// subjected// to anti depressants// because I wasn’t the happy they wanted// I’m gay but I’m androgynous I can’t call it// got her picture in my wallet// Angel this is a ballad for the fallen// only a coward shoots a man with a balled fist// talk slick// they talk stick// is it bad to have a smart mouth//  Raven’s home became our house// suddenly they say my bars foul// I brought the hard out// drugs in jars vials// I had the streets messed up diamonds like Argyle// don’t know for a fact but homie felt odd when I said his name// I just want to set the record straight// he knew I could cause her stress and pain// and wanted to make sure it was in my blood to ball if her eggs was late// what you expect it’s Banks// no hard feelings Mr. Pearman the streets I left for Rae// Now I’m going to cop an extra chain// I attract metal I guess you can say I invest in shame// grab a vest I’m shame// Jada by my side Georgia Peaches tell the fuzz they the next to shave// innocent people were killed you mean you can protect that lame?// but when it comes to the sport you can’t protect the game?// Vegas is Sin City but the white house is Hell’s Kitchen// Trump going to Puerto Rico I guess the spell’s Victims// counteract that with pale (pail) visions// build a castle not a house made of brown not white that helps the whale fishing// sushi in a suite// you getting cheese we getting quiche// Asian like the Sabertooth Tiger I am Victor Creed// have a child with Mystique// he will be a Nightcrawler I want him to hear disappearing Ink//”  

 

 Short Story

 By Sabrina Hiroshima Banks-Pearman

 Marcus Dewayne Banks had two families growing up. Here is another secret reader, Tyra Banks is not his cousin but his twin sister.  They were separated at birth because of their bloodlines. Are you a star wars fan? The story isn’t new reader. It happens all day to Princes and Princess’. Did you think England had the only kings and queens? Did you think the story of Jesus was only one person? If you read the bible you will notice that once Adam  and Eve left the exile of the garden they ran into other people correct. So they weren’t the first man or first woman. This is in Genesis. You think God would put the entire world in the hands of one man? No. That was the first man to be exiled because he was a homosexual. He let an animal. A beast be more important than him to his woman. Something that was a reptile was more attractive than him to her because he was a snake. She bit the apple first not him. The apple is nothing but a vagina. Spilt it down the middle what does it look like. She was the first gay woman. She knew more than her man which is why the bible is anti-women. This weak and gay inferior man was also the first white male. Noah was raped by his son after he got too drunk. This caused the Cannanite tribe to be started. That was the first homosexual act recorded in the history of Earth. And we are still paying for it today.

 His bloodline was royal. He had the Banks last name just like his Sister. But he had to live with another family away from the fame. In this family was his half-sister Dorothy Blades and his cousins Nicholas and Natasha Goodman.

 As children they were often left alone the four of them and sexual things would happen between them. Dry humping mostly…they were kids though and had no supervision ever. I mean ever. The Prince most of the time would draw and write or play video games…but he was constantly taunted into physical contact with the other children. They would pick on his sister if he didn’t do it.

 One time they tried to kill his sister in her sleep. They held her nose while she slept and put a scar on her face. They would constantly get her in trouble by telling lies on her to their Grand Mother and Marcus had to defend her. One day he spoke to his mother on the phone and told her about them picking on his  half-sister. His mother told him if Natasha hit his sister again then to hit her. He did. His cousin Nick hit him. They fought. It was a draw. Really, Nick tapped out. But Dorothy stopped getting picked on to a certain extent.

 Marcus really never got along with his sister until later in age. He knew who his real sister was and to be around Dorothy who would never stand up for herself and always blame him for everything wrong in her life it killed him.  Years later Dorothy, Natasha, and Nick told his mother and the whole family that he used to molest the two girls. It bothered him very much that someone could take advantage of kindness like that. His own half-sister.

 The sad thing was years after they were unsupervised children his sister and his cousin Nick had actual sex with each other. They knew it was wrong and made Marcus promise to never tell anyone. Natasha actually ended up making something out of herself. She went to college and joined a sorority and Dorothy and Nick both were unmarried with several children living from check to check. Dorothy more living off of his mother’s kindness but she recently had robbed his mom as well and Marcus felt like now they were trying to kill his mother in her sleep. He wished Dorothy was dead. He should have let his “cousins” kill her.

 Nick Goodman had recently popped up in Marcus Dewayne Banks life again with the success of him being married to Raven and having so much going on. You’ll learn more about that later in the story reader. But let me tell you this just like God had one gay man….colored people have a million bitch ass niggaz.

 Marcus Dewayne Banks sat in a bank. His cousin had stolen a million dollars out of his account. Raven had ordered him to get him arrested immediately. At first The Prince felt conflicted. He didn’t like being told how to handle his situations but it was way out of his control. Her father had gotten involved and he was one dude that scared the shit out The Prince. Several times her father had almost had him killed. It was how they met and first impressions are everything. There was a cease fire as of late but this was unforgiveable. The Prince could not spare Nicholas Goodman. Raven wouldn’t allow it and he was whipped badly. She as of late had been sweet as pie. He began calling her Sweet Potato Pie and they were spending all day and night together. She was his best friend. Van had even fallen back seeing how safe he was with her. They had each other’s back and that’s why the Prince was getting her tattooed on the back of his head. She had his back.

 Nick was going to jail probably prison. But from what Marcus knew Nick was a bad man. He was a sexual deviant and had a wife and kids with little girls. He beat his son. He sold drugs. He gambled. He drank. He got high. He stole. He was a sinner. A very evil man and he lied all of the time. The Prince decided prison was the only thing that could save him. Sadly it was 10/2/2017. His cousin was going to Prison with the thousand babies. Kids that were highly advanced a Google search would fuck Nick Goodman up.  Nick was in big trouble. Marcus knew a lot about him and he knew very little about The Prince. The Prince wanted it that way.

 The day they were to rob the bank and put the blame on Nick Marcus stopped Raven and their revenge plot….and she submitted but she also agreed with him that the truth should be told. They settled for him paying $150,000.00 back and let him keep an extra $100,000.00. They figured him being written out of the will and me their daughter Shakur Banks Pearman also known by my pen name Sabrina Hiroshima Banks Pearman replacing him in the will would be good enough for them. The money he stole was nothing. They used another million to bail him out of the insane asylum.

 He was back on the street standing up for rights again. All people’s rights and he is back in the studio working on Perfect Blue 2 a sequel to the album he wrote about my mother and a very mean man named J.J. Evans. This one is called the Ghost Of Lil’ Wayne because he wants this to be his Carter Two. We all are inspiring him and think he can go as far as he wants to go.

 May the Goddess bless Japan they are being held hostage along with other Asian countries. If Trump destroys North Korea, South Korea our ally will also be destroyed. But North Korea is a no fly zone so they can’t drop bombs anyway. They have to go buy sea and North Korea is destroying their battleships. Yay Rihanna. They have to recall troops from Iraq to battle in North Korea and Trump is scared to go. They are trying to make us go to war with ourselves to forget the war everywhere else. He is scared to go to Puerto Rico. 500 killed? We only need one bullet for him and this nightmare will end. Join us mutants #KillTrump