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"The Champ"

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

[Ghostface
bankroll
Stones Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, means I barely home
Trailblazer ballin
is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get me
I doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My I did 'em up
Them I send 'em up
My raps bit 'em up
For that now 'em up
Ten good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy
Ya'll staring at the angel of
Liar liar on fire You burning up like David Koresh
This is music
Verbal opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran the tunnel
Terrorize
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 no has been messin' up my corner
And you better get that mad off your face for I knock it off
Hey you ready for another 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!

[Ghostface
Who want to the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon 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 out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still and eagle on
Kangol hat coconut bounce to Morocco
medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggaz want me but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a
When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary
Or get you off from the inside
Jaws is
Frauds is they draws on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Ivory Waynes
Stay in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for ?
Ya'll still eatin

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

[Ghostface
I like the of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table
Half a mil on my ankle
Terry cloth shorts robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is
Prestige is cut to it tis ? when weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee with the cars on it
They and they earl to the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC king since
Pretty Tone Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
and you double deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the floor with the load both of them 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 scare
Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss I'm so pretty
Now who am I (The Man!)
Now who am I (The Man!)
Who (The Man!)
That's right and don't y'all it

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

[cheering in the