R.A. The Rugged Man - The People's Champ Lyrics
feat. Rampage[Intro: Rampage]Hear ye, hear ye, yahIn this future of hip hop historyI'm here to bring out the people's champR.A. The Rugged Man[Bridge: Rampage]Put your hands up, tell 'em wild outThis is how we do it, we here to turn it outPut your hands up, tell 'em wild outThis is how we do it, we here to turn it out[Verse 1: R.A The Rugged Man]Yo, my flow reminiscent of a prime Grand PubaMy tongue sharper than the sword of the Japanese YakuzaBeats always slamming like Dilla, like Ali was the man in ManillaMan or gorilla, I'm a nicer striker than Anderson SilvaI'm conquering like Hannibal on the back of an elephantI'm the best even if I'm pink and pale and I'm lacking in melaninI've been a problem since my first birth dateIn the delivery room my dick hit the ground and it caused a earthquakeThe school hallways I was pissing inAs a kid I was lacking in disciplineIgnoring authorities and never listeningI come from the slummiest of slum villages, killing evilYou come from a village of disco dancing; Village PeopleYou other rappers I'm obliteratingMy flow is the Michelangelo Sistine ChapelYou ain't even fingerpainting*****, I'm swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb *****sAnd making you duck down like Ruck and Ruste JuxxI'm eyeing you fat *****es and seeing which one *****sI'm making the gun blust, I'm bringing the blood gutsCome on[Hook]I get it done for the (people, people)I'm the champ, I'm the champ of the (people, people)I bring home the title to the (people, people)I'm the mother*****ing champ of the (people, people)I'm the mother*****ing champ of the (people, people)[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]This isn't money and a Grammy and an Academy AwardThis a brutal lyrical verbal version of Gatti and WardIf I bust in your eye, it might blind yaAs a kid I was too hyper, sniffing pancakes syrup from Aunt JemimaSip wine with Jesus, tell him I'm in a drunken stuperThen I slap box God and sumo wrestle with BuddhaI ain't dumbing it down, I'm murdering and gunning it downThese others artists I'm above them even if I'm under the groundA rapper with a Maybach or a car that my ass can't affordI'll rip out the windshield and I'll shit on your dashboardDon't make me laugh, young blood newcomerYour mother was a crackhead, you a crack baby fresh out of the dumpsterSmacking ya, hurt ya, I murk ya, massacre mass murderBlasting your ass, stashing the burner, the trash lurkerI'm worser than Rambo in BhurmaI'm dumb in the head, I'm not a fast learnerThe white boy version of Nat TurnerCome on[Hook][Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]Tommy Hearns Marvelous Marvin Hagler with the vernacularBullets splattering through your kidney and flying out the back of yaI'm shining like diamonds in AfricaI'm mathematical, scientifical like Benjamin BannekerRowdier than riots in AtticaI got identity issues, it's self hatred, a pissed offWigga acting like I just stepped off of the slaveshipI kill any beat, murder any trackMutilate the snare, rape the kick-drum and shit on the hi-hatCome on[Hook][Bridge][Outro: R.A. The Rugged Man]I let it rock for the (people, people)I'm the champ, I'm the champ of the (people, people)I really live for the (people, people)I'll win it all for the (people, people)That's what we are, we just (people, people)I'm the champ, I'm the champ of the (people, people)Annotate
