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"The Champ"

[Dialogue from a "Rocky" movie]
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball
He'll leave a around your eye and tread marks on your back
an animal
He's
You been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you told me when I took ya in
You to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the nigga)
You hungry
Matter of fact I want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you me

Killah]
Godzilla
Stones from
Yo I ain't got it all, means I barely home
Trailblazer stay
Revenge is my is crafty darts
While y'all on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the
My I did 'em up
bricks I send 'em up
My y'all bit 'em up
For that now 'em up
Ten Four good Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the of death
Liar liar 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 the tunnel
Terrorize
That's when I was in the jungle slangin that D

over the beat]
Get out my face! No you got no mo?'.
Don't no has been messin' up my corner
And you better get that mad look off your for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for another
You should never came 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 battle the
I'm James in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'all know I had a fake arm
I lost it, and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and on
Kangol hat slanted bounce to Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flavor clock yo
Niggaz want me but they scared to step to me
Rip they out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off the inside
is hanging
Frauds is leftin draws on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Waynes
Stay in your place dirt born get Shadow box for training ?
still eatin bacon

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

Killah]
I the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table
Half a mil on my ankle
Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is
Bring me a nice that means I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly
Sprouting in the backyard next to duke tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee with the cars on it
They head and they earl to the and vomit
Back East summer MC king Cuban
Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
Proof and you deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the mother load both of them
IBF WBC Cruiserweight shots 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 I's scare myself
Sometimes I look in the mirror and 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 knockout and still champion of the worlllllllld!
Ghostface

[cheering in the