Post by cram on May 9, 2024 10:28:49 GMT -5
As we proceed (uh)
To give you what you need
CRAM in the house, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
CRAM in the house, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up (as we proceed)
CRAM's in the house, yeah
That beat is knockin', I need that mic up though (to give you what you need)
Turn that Poop the Fudge up (East Coast, motherfuckers)
Uh, what? (CRAM Boy, motherfuckers)
Turn it up louder
Yeah, uh
As we proceed to give you
What you need
CRAM's here, motherfuckers
CRAM's here, motherfuckers (uh)
Get live, motherfuckers (woo)
Uh
Who got beef? (uh)
Separate the real from the wannabe
Hard to stand out in the industry
It's on, wannabe wrestlers, they bicker and preach
I can see through your weak-ass speech (woo)
Your flow sounds like a broken beat
Stuttering, shaking, ain't got no heat
Finish it, stop, when I crash the plot
Haters call the cops said they heard weak shots (uh)
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
CRAM, unstoppable force, no border
Old school, new school, gotta learn though
I burn, baby, burn, like a flame inferno (burn, baby, burn, what?)
Burn slow like joints with that haylo
Peel more layers than an Idaho potato
Haters know, the lyrical game is mine
Messing with CRAM, you're out of time (uh)
I make your career chafe, bruises on the masses
Rhymes and beats, rolling in Land Cruisers
CRAM smash fools, bash fools (uh)
Haters mad because I know cash rules
Everything around me, two mics prime
Any fool whispering, I'm on the grind (and I'm)
And I'm CRAM's finest (uh)
You rewind this, CRAM's got the rhymes, kid
As we proceed (what?)
To give you what you need
CRAM's here, motherfuckers (what? Uh)
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed (what? Uh)
To give you what you need
East Coast, motherfuckers
CRAM Boy, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers (uh, uh)
Smoke blunts, motherfuckers (uh)
Get high, motherfuckers ('96, uh)
Ready to shine, motherfuckers (uh)
'96 motherfuckers (uh)
I seen the wannabe Blade, trying to flow like me (uh)
Stack mad hate, spread doubt with their plea
Wannabes wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think their weak bars and rhymes make me slack?
I switch it up, CRAM's always up (uh)
One false move, get your career wrapped up
Mic to my mouth, respect, I command it
Slip and you'll be forgotten, stranded
Thou shalt not mess with the real Poppa
Feel a thousand critics when I drop ya (uh)
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, I'm the king
Rhymes when I want, fame on the ring
You'll fade slow but calm
Recognize my face (uh), so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell the lame, hater
Brave boy, turned front page, faker
CRAM flips daily (uh)
I spit the rhymes, they sip on their Bailey's
On the rise, tote mics at competitions
Hammer cocked, in the lyrical position and, what?
Get live, motherfuckers
Ready to shine, motherfuckers
Come here, come here (what?)
Open your Fuding mouth, open your (it ain't gotta be like that CRAM, oh)
Didn't I tell you don't mess with me? Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to mess with me? (as we proceed)
Huh? Look at you now (to give you what you need)
Huh?
Can't talk with a mic in your mouth, huh? ('96, motherfuckers)
Weak-ass wannabe, what? (get live, motherfuckers)
(Get live, motherfuckers)
As we proceed (who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
CRAM's here, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers (who shot ya?)
Ready to shine, motherfuckers
As we proceed (who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
CRAM's here, motherfuckers
East Coast, motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
West Coast, motherfuckers
West Coast, motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed (as we proceed)
To give you what you need (to give you what you need)
Get live, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers (get live, motherfuckers)
CRAM's here, motherfuckers ('96, motherfuckers)
Get money, motherfuckers (get money, motherfuckers)
As we proceed
To give you what you need (to give you what you need)
CRAM's here, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers ('96, motherfuckers)
CRAM's here, motherfuckers (yeah)
CRAM Boy, motherfuckers
CRAM Boy, motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
*The echo of his heartbeats reverberated through the quiet of his apartment, an irregular rhythm that mirrored the chaos of his thoughts. CRAM bolted upright, the sweat beading on his forehead a testament to the intensity of his nightmares. May 1996. The date glared back at him from the digital display of his alarm clock, a reminder of the tumultuous events that had unfolded in recent months.
CRAM had always been a man of action, unafraid to confront the challenges that life threw his way. But nothing could have prepared him for the treachery and deceit that lurked within the corridors of the music industry, a world where success came at a price, and loyalty was a commodity in short supply.
The memories flooded back, each more vivid than the last. The late-night meetings in dimly lit studios, the whispered conversations in the back alleys of New York City, the palpable tension that hung in the air like a shroud. It all led to this moment – a pivotal juncture in his life, where the decisions he made would shape the course of history.
With a sense of urgency, CRAM threw back the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool hardwood floor with a muted thud. He knew he had to act fast. Puff Daddy was not to be trusted, and Biggie Smalls' life hung in the balance.
Determined to right the wrongs of the past, CRAM threw on some clothes and made his way to the door, his mind racing with possibilities. The streets of New York City were still cloaked in darkness as he stepped outside, the chill of the early morning air sending a shiver down his spine.
He hailed a cab and climbed inside, the city whizzing past in a blur of neon lights and honking horns. His destination loomed ahead – Puff Daddy's mansion, a sprawling monstrosity that stood as a symbol of his power and influence.
CRAM's heart pounded in his chest as the cab pulled up to the imposing gates, the iron bars casting long shadows in the pre-dawn light. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, before stepping out onto the pavement and making his way to the entrance.
The door swung open before he had a chance to knock, revealing Puff Daddy himself, a smug grin playing on his lips. But before he could utter a word, CRAM was upon him, his hands wrapping around Puff Daddy's throat with a vice-like grip.
"You think you're untouchable, huh?" CRAM growled, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you can just go around ordering hits on people and get away with it?"
Puff Daddy struggled against CRAM's grip, his eyes widening in fear. But it was futile. CRAM's rage knew no bounds, fueled by the injustices he had witnessed and the lives that had been lost.
With a final, desperate gasp, Puff Daddy went limp in CRAM's arms, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling in silent accusation. CRAM released his grip and stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion and emotion.
He had done it. He had stopped Puff Daddy before he could carry out his sinister plans, before he could silence Biggie Smalls and extinguish the flame of hope that burned within him.
He had done it. He had stopped Puff Daddy before he could carry out his sinister plans, before he could silence Biggie Smalls and extinguish the flame of hope that burned within him.
As the sun began to rise over the city, CRAM made his way to Biggie's apartment, his mind reeling with the gravity of what he had done. But as he knocked on the door and saw the relief wash over Biggie's face, he knew he had made the right choice.
From that day on, CRAM vowed to use his platform to speak out against the corruption and violence that plagued the music industry. He may have taken a life, but in doing so, he had saved another. And for that, he would forever be known as a hero. *
Who the hell is this, paging me at 5:46 in the mornin'?
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, why they be calling?
I hope it's not for clout, 'cause I ain't in the mood
If they mess with CRAM, they'll be meeting their doom
Grab my glock, scope it out, time to make a move
They ain't ready for the wrath of the CRAM, they'll get removed
From the game, they'll be gone, ain't no room for pretenders
CRAM's coming for them, they better remember
'Cause when CRAM comes for you, better watch your back
No warning shots, just a lyrical attack
You mess with the best, you end up in the grave
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you ain't safe
I seen your little game, trying to steal my fame
But CRAM's the real deal, ain't playing the same
You think you're slick, but I see through your lies
CRAM's got the truth, and I'll make you realize
You can't mess with greatness, you can't step to me
I'll crush your dreams, leave you begging on your knees
So keep your distance, watch your every move
CRAM's coming for you, you ain't got nothing to prove
'Cause when CRAM comes for you, better watch your back
No warning shots, just a lyrical attack
You mess with the best, you end up in the grave
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you ain't safe
I'm like a lion in the jungle, ready to strike
CRAM's on the prowl, ain't no stopping my fight
You may think you're tough, but you're just a fraud
CRAM's the real deal, and I'll leave you awed
So listen up, John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, hear my words
CRAM's not messing around, you'll be flying with the birds
You thought you could challenge me, but you were wrong
Now it's time to pay the price, you won't last long
In RetroMania, I'll dominate the scene
CRAM's the king, and you'll bow to the queen
'Cause when CRAM comes for you, better watch your back
No warning shots, just a lyrical attack
You mess with the best, you end up in the grave
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you ain't safe
Yeah, this song goes out to all the CRAM fans out there
In Thunder Pro Wrestling, we keep it real, no doubt
Check it out
It was all a dream, I used to watch TPW on TV screens
John Blade and Kaitlyn Fletcher, they were just my dreams
Hangin' posters on my wall, wishin' I could be
In the ring with Thunder Pro, that was the key
To success, and now I'm living it, can't you see?
From the bottom to the top, now I'm VIP
In RetroMania, gonna show them who's the king
CRAM's gonna reign supreme, let the bells ring
'Cause Thunder Pro Wrestling made me happy
CRAM's gonna show them all, it's no cakewalk, see
From the first match to the last, I'll shine like a star
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you won't get far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
CRAM's the name, and I'm takin' flight
On the last TPW show, RetroMania, it's on
CRAM's gonna bring the heat, like the break of dawn
From the streets to the ring, I've come a long way
But I never forgot where I'm from, that's how I stay
True to myself, true to the game, true to TPW
CRAM's gonna make history, that's what I do
'Cause Thunder Pro Wrestling made me happy
CRAM's gonna show them all, it's no cakewalk, see
From the first match to the last, I'll shine like a star
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you won't get far
I went from rags to riches, now I'm livin' large
CRAM's the main event, on center stage, in charge
Of my destiny, ain't no stoppin' me now
CRAM's gonna take the crown, I'll take a bow
So here's to Thunder Pro, the memories we've made
From the cheers to the boos, the battles we've played
It's been a hell of a ride, but it's not the end
CRAM's gonna keep on fighting, 'til the very end
Of RetroMania, I'll give it my all
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, prepare to fall
'Cause Thunder Pro Wrestling made me happy
CRAM's gonna show them all, it's no cakewalk, see
From the first match to the last, I'll shine like a star
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you won't get far
Who the hell is this, paging me at 5:46 in the mornin'?
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, why they be calling?
I hope it's not for clout, 'cause I ain't in the mood
If they mess with CRAM, they'll be meeting their doom
Grab my glock, scope it out, time to make a move
They ain't ready for the wrath of the CRAM, they'll get removed
From the game, they'll be gone, ain't no room for pretenders
CRAM's coming for them, they better remember
'Cause when CRAM comes for you, better watch your back
No warning shots, just a lyrical attack
You mess with the best, you end up in the grave
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you ain't safe
I seen your little game, trying to steal my fame
But CRAM's the real deal, ain't playing the same
You think you're slick, but I see through your lies
CRAM's got the truth, and I'll make you realize
You can't mess with greatness, you can't step to me
I'll crush your dreams, leave you begging on your knees
So keep your distance, watch your every move
CRAM's coming for you, you ain't got nothing to prove
'Cause when CRAM comes for you, better watch your back
No warning shots, just a lyrical attack
You mess with the best, you end up in the grave
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you ain't safe
I'm like a lion in the jungle, ready to strike
CRAM's on the prowl, ain't no stopping my fight
You may think you're tough, but you're just a fraud
CRAM's the real deal, and I'll leave you awed
So listen up, John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, hear my words
CRAM's not messing around, you'll be flying with the birds
You thought you could challenge me, but you were wrong
Now it's time to pay the price, you won't last long
In RetroMania, I'll dominate the scene
CRAM's the king, and you'll bow to the queen
'Cause when CRAM comes for you, better watch your back
No warning shots, just a lyrical attack
You mess with the best, you end up in the grave
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you ain't safe
Yeah, this song goes out to all the CRAM fans out there
In Thunder Pro Wrestling, we keep it real, no doubt
Check it out
It was all a dream, I used to watch TPW on TV screens
John Blade and Kaitlyn Fletcher, they were just my dreams
Hangin' posters on my wall, wishin' I could be
In the ring with Thunder Pro, that was the key
To success, and now I'm living it, can't you see?
From the bottom to the top, now I'm VIP
In RetroMania, gonna show them who's the king
CRAM's gonna reign supreme, let the bells ring
'Cause Thunder Pro Wrestling made me happy
CRAM's gonna show them all, it's no cakewalk, see
From the first match to the last, I'll shine like a star
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you won't get far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
CRAM's the name, and I'm takin' flight
On the last TPW show, RetroMania, it's on
CRAM's gonna bring the heat, like the break of dawn
From the streets to the ring, I've come a long way
But I never forgot where I'm from, that's how I stay
True to myself, true to the game, true to TPW
CRAM's gonna make history, that's what I do
'Cause Thunder Pro Wrestling made me happy
CRAM's gonna show them all, it's no cakewalk, see
From the first match to the last, I'll shine like a star
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you won't get far
I went from rags to riches, now I'm livin' large
CRAM's the main event, on center stage, in charge
Of my destiny, ain't no stoppin' me now
CRAM's gonna take the crown, I'll take a bow
So here's to Thunder Pro, the memories we've made
From the cheers to the boos, the battles we've played
It's been a hell of a ride, but it's not the end
CRAM's gonna keep on fighting, 'til the very end
Of RetroMania, I'll give it my all
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, prepare to fall
'Cause Thunder Pro Wrestling made me happy
CRAM's gonna show them all, it's no cakewalk, see
From the first match to the last, I'll shine like a star
John Blade, Kaitlyn Fletcher, you won't get far
