Brother Ali - Champion Lyrics
I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm SpreewellThey bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swellI shake the game up worse than Single White FemalesWalkin to they car alone flashin three billsThese little kids are talkin 'bout how little I knowBoy, I grab a mic and rock you like your Triple 5 SoulWith a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like BeetlejuiceDice you up and slap you till your teeth are looseI've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industryNor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in meI'd sing for free for some years if it's clear to meThat if I'm there for my team they're there for meFor real, I be diligently killin the soliloquiesOf these millipedes that try to pass themselves off as ill MC'sI weave a web of words so intricatelyThat the English dictionary lacks an adjective to fit meIf he want my album tell him not to ***** with ATAKHe was hatin and Slug told the ***** to send my tapes backAnd if I lose my voice then instead of sayin rapsI start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon waxYou're now rockin with the championYou know you're in a war that can't be wonYou need to stop and understand me, sonCause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some x 2I wasn't lyin 'bout them mutha*****in hairy handsWell how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand?I share the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus backI'll do anything for the cats that show support like thatWhen I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crackEyes are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wackThese Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant atBring they mutha*****in trophies backI'm like big up my man Optimus PrimeI'm like what the ***** do rappers got in they mind?I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymesMaybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spineCause it's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in yearsWhen I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tearsI have to consume, Ali capture a roomAnd before my son was born I made him dance in the wombMC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soonThem faggots are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumesLike (* heavy breathing *) (There it is)Yes, now let the magic resumeBiatchYou're now rockin with the championYou know you're in a war that can't be wonYou need to stop and understand me, sonCause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some x3
