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"The Champ"

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

[Ghostface
bankroll
Stones from
Yo I ain't got it all, that I barely home
Trailblazer stay
Revenge is my arts is darts
While y'all on Laffy Taffy
how y'all niggaz get past me
I doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My I did 'em up
Them bricks I 'em up
My raps bit 'em up
For now stick 'em up
Ten Four buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still your bitch lookin bummy what
staring at the angel of death
Liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
This is architect
Verbal opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran the tunnel
speed
That's when I was in the jungle slangin that D

[Spoken the beat]
Get out my face! No you got no mo?'.
Don't need no has been up my corner
And you better get mad look off your face for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for beating
You should have never came
Look man after I crucify 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 Bond in the with two razors
Bet didn't 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 and eagle on
hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerilla like Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggaz want me dead but scared to step to me
Rip guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by the kite
Or get you off from the inside
is hanging
Frauds is they draws on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Ivory Waynes
in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll eatin bacon

[Spoken over the
Think nobody can; don't give this no statue give him death
I told y'all I going away
You had your 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
don't want me to have the title
Because I'm not a puppet like that fool up
Ask his woman she get more from the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
I like the deuce of diamonds spades on a glass table
a mil on my left ankle
Terry cloth shorts robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice that means I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick 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 jets get marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and earl to the toilet and vomit
East summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and and Supreme
Proof and you deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the mother both of them green
IBF WBC title shots and Rap belts belong to D.C.

[Spoken over the
I am bad, I said I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad sometimes I's scare
I look in the mirror 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 right and y'all forget it

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

[cheering in the