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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 your eye and tread marks on back
He's an
hungry
You ain't hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a (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
Godzilla
Stones from
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely
stay ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty
While stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get me
I been doin 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 Four good buddy Tone got is up
millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You up like David Koresh
This is architect
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man got the projects booming indeed
I ran the tunnel
speed
That's when I was still in the jungle that D

[Spoken over the
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 never came back
Look here man after I him, you next!
And you better have a doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!

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

[Spoken the beat]
Think nobody can; don't give this nigga no give him death
I told I wasn't going away
You had your 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
don't want me to have the title
Because I'm not a like that fool up there
Ask his woman she get pipe from the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!

[Ghostface
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting on a glass table
a mil on my left ankle
Terry cloth Guess robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll with you
My is Mick Jaeger stones is rolling
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato
And jets get charted marquee with the cars on it
They head and they to the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC since Cuban
Pretty Tone Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
Proof and you double deuce in the
My man ? was on the floor with the mother both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots and Rap belong 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 right and y'all forget it

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

[cheering in the