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"The Champ"

[Dialogue borrowed a "Rocky" movie]
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and marks on your back
He's an
hungry
You been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember you first told me when 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 boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't
Matter of fact I want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you me

Killah]
Godzilla
Stones Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely
Trailblazer ballin
Revenge is my arts is darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy
Wonderin' how y'all get past me
I been doin this Nas dropped the Nasty
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 bitch lookin what
Ya'll at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up David Koresh
is architect music
Verbal opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the
Terrorize
when 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 up my corner
And you better get that mad look off your for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for beating
You should have never back
Look man after I crucify him, you next!
And you better a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
Who to battle the Don?
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 out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and on
hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerilla like Flavor Flav clock yo
want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they 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 draws on the complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Waynes
Stay in your dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll eatin bacon

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

[Ghostface
I the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table
Half a mil on my left
Terry cloth Guess shorts is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch that I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger is rolling
is cut to it tis ? spark when weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is damp
in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants
And get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and they earl to the toilet and
Back summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
Proof and you double in the jeans
My man ? was on the with the mother load both of them green
IBF WBC title shots and Rap belts belong to D.C.

[Spoken the beat]
I am bad, I said I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad I's scare myself
Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I'm so
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!
Ghostface

in the background]