Ghostface k**ah - The Champ lyrics
[Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back He's an animal He's hungry You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele" Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a k**er (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth n***a) You ain't hungry Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym Get out of my ring, you disgust me [Ghostface k**ah] Godzilla bankroll Stones from Stilion Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely home Trailblazer stay ballin Revenge is my arts is crafty darts While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy Wonderin' how y'all n***az get past me I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your b**h lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of d**h Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh This is architect music Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed I ran through the tunnel Terrorize speed That's when I was still in the jungle slangin that D [Spoken over the beat] Get out my face! No you ain't got no mo?'. Don't need no has been messin' up my corner And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off Hey fool you ready for another beating You should have never came back Look here man after I crucify him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface k**ah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat n***a out in like 40secs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo n***az want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds is leftin they draws on the floor complaining Bird a** n***a resemble Keenon Ivory Waynes Stay in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ? Ya'll still eatin bacon [Spoken over the beat] Think nobody can; don't give this n***a no statue give him d**h I told y'all I wasn't going away You had your shot no give me mine Now why don't you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man You think you going to keep me down They don't want me to have the title Because I'm not a puppet like that fool up there Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed I'm the Champ! [Ghostface k**ah] I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a gla** table Half a mil on my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice b**h that means I'll f** with you My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is rolling Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when weed went up The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants And jets get charted marquee sh** with the cars on it They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit Back East summer MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme Proof and you double deuce in the jeans My man ? was on the floor with the mother load both of them green IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots and Rap belts belong to D.C. [Spoken over the beat] Listen I am bad, I said I am bad I'm a bad man I'm so bad sometimes I's scare myself Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I'm so pretty Now who am I (The Man!) Now who am I (The Man!) Who (The Man!) That's right and don't y'all forget it Ladies and gentlemen! The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the worlllllllld! Ghostface k**llllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa [cheering in the background]