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"The Champ"

[Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky"
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your
an animal
He's
You ain't been hungry, "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York Up)
You to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You hungry
Matter of I don't want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you me

Killah]
Godzilla
Stones from
Yo I ain't got it all, that I barely home
stay ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty
While y'all on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how niggaz get past me
I been this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My I did 'em up
bricks I send 'em up
My y'all bit 'em up
For now stick 'em up
Ten Four buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the of death
liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
This is architect
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects indeed
I ran through the
Terrorize
That's I was still in the jungle slangin that D

[Spoken over the
Get out my face! No you got no mo?'.
need no has been messin' up my corner
And you get that mad look off your face for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for another
You should have never back
Look here man after I him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to your face
I'm the Champ!

Killah]
Who want to the Don?
I'm Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'all didn't I had a fake arm
I lost it, and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in 40secs
My gun get wit a 45 still erects and eagle on
Kangol hat slanted bounce to Morocco
Guerilla like Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to to me
Rip they guts out a hysterectomy
When collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the
is hanging
Frauds is leftin they on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory
Stay in your place dirt rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll eatin bacon

[Spoken the beat]
Think nobody can; don't give this nigga no statue him death
I told y'all I wasn't away
You had shot no give me mine
Now why don't you tell these folks why you been me, politics man
You think you to keep me down
They don't want me to have the
Because I'm not a puppet like that up there
Ask his woman she get more pipe the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass
Half a mil on my ankle
Terry cloth Guess robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch that I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when weed up
The Cocoa is slightly damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato
And jets get charted marquee shit with the on it
They head and earl to the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC since Cuban
Pretty Tone Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
and you double deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the mother load both of green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title and Rap belts belong to D.C.

over the beat]
Listen I am bad, I I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad sometimes I's myself
Sometimes I look in the and want to kiss myself I'm so pretty
Now who am I (The Man!)
Now who am I (The Man!)
Who (The Man!)
That's and don't y'all forget it

and gentlemen!
The winner by consecutive and still champion of the worlllllllld!
Killllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[cheering in the