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"The Champ"

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

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

[Spoken the beat]
Get out my face! No you got no mo?'.
Don't need no has been messin' up my
And you better get that mad look off your for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for beating
You should never came back
Look here man I crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
Who want to battle the
I'm James in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'all know I had a fake arm
I it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and on
Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce to
medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to to me
Rip guts out like a hysterectomy
When collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you off from the inside
Jaws is
Frauds is leftin they on the floor complaining
ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in your dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll eatin bacon

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

Killah]
I like the of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table
a mil on my left ankle
Terry cloth shorts robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch means I'll fuck with you
My is Mick Jaeger stones is rolling
Prestige is cut to it tis ? when weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly
Sprouting in the backyard to Gran duke tomato plants
And get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and they to the toilet and vomit
East summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone 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 title shots and Rap belts to D.C.

[Spoken over the
Listen I am bad, I I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad sometimes I's scare
Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to 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