Post by John Black on Sept 23, 2021 22:56:06 GMT -5
[It opens up to JB and Tommy inside Tommy’s studio on a bright afternoon, as Tommy was fiddling around with the knobs on the mixing board, JB was writing down some lyrics on a notepad, as he was fiddling around with the pen on his head, Tommy noticed him having writers block.]
T: You stuck on something?
JB: Yeah man, i’m stuck on some idea, I got some ideas that lead into promoting this Fight Smart brand that i’m hooked up with, some ideas of being out of the ring for awhile, and maybe something positive for the kids. I’m halfway through some shit, but it’s not good.
T: Let me see what you’ve written so far.
[JB hands him some of his loose leaf notepad paper, and he reads some of them, then he crumbles them all up and tosses it in the trash. JB looked annoyed at him for it.]
JB: Why you had to do all that?
T: They were lame man, you need to be raw with your shit. Remember that tape you did last time you aired out to the AW public, they loved that shit you put out. It even got us a some public recognition with Childish Gambino.
JB: I don’t know if they are ready for all that again, I’m trying to keep it soft and easy for the ears; I don’t know if I can go that far like last time, I don’t got that in me.
T: That’s a damn lie, you smooched on Sam at that parking lot, got a whole white nightclub get crunk, and last but not least you are man who takes no shit from anyone. I know you got some raw shit under your throat, so I want you go into that booth within an hour, bust some real shit for the people who’d listen. Let go of it being simple, let it be your style… the JB way.
[JB then nods his head at him, and goes back to the table to write some more shit on the notepad. About three hours had passed, and we see JB in the booth with the earphones on as he signals Tommy to turn the mic up.]
[JB then see’s Tommy who gave him a nod of approval for it, then he hands him some beer to drink as they open the bottle with the opener. JB and Tommy listen to the track, and they were vibing to it as they stop their beer.]
T: This is good man, I knew you had in you to go for it.
JB: You pushed me into it, but it was alright at best. Like i said before, i’m not that good on the mic at all, and just happen to do this for fun.
T: That’s fine, but I want to ask you something, what’s up with those Team Extreme and RBD references on the track? You got some beef with them?
JB: Nah, just wanted to reference them out as a fuck you on my end. You’ve seen me and my struggles with those clowns and now they have inducted a new member of their so called team of bingo halls enthusiast. I have to take them on next Monday from now, with two guys who I’ve possibly dealt within the past few months or so.
T: Oh so you have to take care of them, that’s fair.
JB: Well I mean, I guess so… CJ and Kaine are more likely to get more shine then I, while I just chill in the cut like I do.
[Tommy then pull up the video of RBD’s promo he shot in his garage with it’s low quality footage, where the audio got messed up on Youtube. Then the only sound they heard was his message to JB, which "shocked" Tommy in the process.]
T: Damn this RBD hick guy is coming for you hard, I don’t know what else he was saying besides brining up his deathmatch credits and stick in the head. He’s sounds VERY VERY VERRRYYYY scary! What you gonna do about him?
JB: Simple, ignore him and his idle threats, he’s all talk and stupidity, all those years of smoking meth and robbing stores got into his head. Now he thinks he wants that smoke from a man like me? Unlike him, I don’t need to gang up and beat on CJ and Kaine and exploit weapons for the lack of in ring experience. I might not be the same technical wrestler back in the days, but I can beat him and his crew like they owe me some money. It just happened where I had that instant karma to help out CJ and Kaine out of my own volition, I don’t like people who need to gang up like a bitch. So Tommy, when you see that match consider that as Hardcore wake up call for him and his crew… FUCK EM!
T: YEAH FUCK EM!
[Then they play the song back once more and jam out as they drink their beer as the scene simply fades out.]
T: You stuck on something?
JB: Yeah man, i’m stuck on some idea, I got some ideas that lead into promoting this Fight Smart brand that i’m hooked up with, some ideas of being out of the ring for awhile, and maybe something positive for the kids. I’m halfway through some shit, but it’s not good.
T: Let me see what you’ve written so far.
[JB hands him some of his loose leaf notepad paper, and he reads some of them, then he crumbles them all up and tosses it in the trash. JB looked annoyed at him for it.]
JB: Why you had to do all that?
T: They were lame man, you need to be raw with your shit. Remember that tape you did last time you aired out to the AW public, they loved that shit you put out. It even got us a some public recognition with Childish Gambino.
JB: I don’t know if they are ready for all that again, I’m trying to keep it soft and easy for the ears; I don’t know if I can go that far like last time, I don’t got that in me.
T: That’s a damn lie, you smooched on Sam at that parking lot, got a whole white nightclub get crunk, and last but not least you are man who takes no shit from anyone. I know you got some raw shit under your throat, so I want you go into that booth within an hour, bust some real shit for the people who’d listen. Let go of it being simple, let it be your style… the JB way.
[JB then nods his head at him, and goes back to the table to write some more shit on the notepad. About three hours had passed, and we see JB in the booth with the earphones on as he signals Tommy to turn the mic up.]
====In Tha Booth===
Yo listen up, it’s some unknown black man
i’m in the streets feeding these kids
packing school lunches, and tell em to be educated
we might not be the smartest cats in the upper class
But I know that with the focus, we’ll grow in numbers
i don’t preach the word of the bible, to the masses
who don’t need to worship false idols
I’ve been out of the game for too long to these fools
it’s like I was being told to stay in the dog house
when I knew that I stepped on the wrong toes
I might not be the type to be held down by the system
who’s ultimate goal is to get the richest outcome
since I am poorer than a man named Adler
Uh oh, head’s up i’m dropping some shit on ya now
tellin these clowns to stay down in the ball pit where they lay
I’m telling those clowns to stay in the bingo halls at night
take two light tubes to the chest and don’t breath
lay in your pool of blood, as you coughing it up
Yes i’m telling those three wannabe hardcore bores
to settle down in their home, or i’ll come busting in
I don’t need to tell the world about Bam Beefalo
on how he needs to stop eating the lighttubes for dinner
or being just a puppet to Shane’s every word like a hoe
I know they roam as team who think they are a threat
when all I saw is two bozos in a jet engine many times
I can’t stress this enough, I am leading two guys
who might have more clout and status then I do
I guess they have faith i’ll lead them to FightSmart
but all I know it’s a one fall to the death, so no stress
Now I got another wannabe hardcore freak who tryin
to get at me like if he some kinda threat?
All I see is a phone book to his dome and broken teeth from my fist
if he wanna diss and buck up like a bitch he is
While RBD roam with Team Extreme, all I see is Team Dead on Arrival
since they can’t rival with me and CJ and Damian
I know those two won’t vouch for me, but that’s fine i’ll vouch for them
we might not be stable unit who needs to be?
All I care about is shutting down this whole Team Extreme shit within
a hurry, so the world know who’s the realist Hardcore group is
Come rain, sleet, or snow we getting ourself ready to blow the lid off
the arena with it being a Hardcore affair with the six of us in
Like what Willie D told me in 1994
U Got Homeboys, I Got Homeboys
So bring on the heat, Extreme & RBD
I’m not afraid to burn in the fire
So find me in the wire like i’m Omar
Once this is over, y’all gonna need
need some wires to see the other side
I’m gone..
====Out Of The Booth=====
T: This is good man, I knew you had in you to go for it.
JB: You pushed me into it, but it was alright at best. Like i said before, i’m not that good on the mic at all, and just happen to do this for fun.
T: That’s fine, but I want to ask you something, what’s up with those Team Extreme and RBD references on the track? You got some beef with them?
JB: Nah, just wanted to reference them out as a fuck you on my end. You’ve seen me and my struggles with those clowns and now they have inducted a new member of their so called team of bingo halls enthusiast. I have to take them on next Monday from now, with two guys who I’ve possibly dealt within the past few months or so.
T: Oh so you have to take care of them, that’s fair.
JB: Well I mean, I guess so… CJ and Kaine are more likely to get more shine then I, while I just chill in the cut like I do.
[Tommy then pull up the video of RBD’s promo he shot in his garage with it’s low quality footage, where the audio got messed up on Youtube. Then the only sound they heard was his message to JB, which "shocked" Tommy in the process.]
T: Damn this RBD hick guy is coming for you hard, I don’t know what else he was saying besides brining up his deathmatch credits and stick in the head. He’s sounds VERY VERY VERRRYYYY scary! What you gonna do about him?
JB: Simple, ignore him and his idle threats, he’s all talk and stupidity, all those years of smoking meth and robbing stores got into his head. Now he thinks he wants that smoke from a man like me? Unlike him, I don’t need to gang up and beat on CJ and Kaine and exploit weapons for the lack of in ring experience. I might not be the same technical wrestler back in the days, but I can beat him and his crew like they owe me some money. It just happened where I had that instant karma to help out CJ and Kaine out of my own volition, I don’t like people who need to gang up like a bitch. So Tommy, when you see that match consider that as Hardcore wake up call for him and his crew… FUCK EM!
T: YEAH FUCK EM!
[Then they play the song back once more and jam out as they drink their beer as the scene simply fades out.]