Champion lyrics

Artist  : Brother Ali 
Song : Champion



 Send "Champion" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the
coaches like I'm Spreewell

They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees
swell

I shake the game up worse than Single White
Females

Walkin to they car alone flashin three bills

These little kids are talkin 'bout how little I
know

Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like your Triple 5
Soul

With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm
like Beetlejuice

Dice you up and slap you till your teeth are
loose

I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by
the industry

Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing
in me

I'd sing for free for some years if it's clear to
me

That if I'm there for my team they're there for
me

For real, I be diligently killin the
soliloquies

Of these millipedes that try to pass themselves
off as ill MC's

I weave a web of words so intricately

That the English dictionary lacks an adjective to
fit me

If he want my album tell him not to fuck with
ATAK

He was hatin and Slug told the bitch to send my
tapes back

And if I lose my voice then instead of sayin
raps

I start paintin facts on the wall with hot
crayola crayon wax



You're now rockin with the champion

You know you're in a war that can't be won

You need to stop and understand me, son

Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
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I wasn't lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy
hands

Well how you think I tear a man till he can
barely stand?

I share the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus
back

I'll do anything for the cats that show support
like that

When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be
smokin crack

Eyes are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap,"
come on, you know you're wack

These Minnesota cats touch down in places where
it's dormant at

Bring they muthafuckin trophies back

I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime

I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they
mind?

I might jump on the stage and start hollerin
rhymes

Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow
your spine

Cause it's clear you ain't seen no one this tight
in years

When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to
tears

I have to consume, Ali capture a room

And before my son was born I made him dance in
the womb

MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon

Them faggots are doomed, worse than breathing
hazardous fumes

Like (* heavy breathing *) (There it is)

Yes, now let the magic resume

Biatch



You're now rockin with the champion

You know you're in a war that can't be won

You need to stop and understand me, son

Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
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