ฟังเพลงThe Champ (Instrumental Beats)

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

Yeah

New york stand up

Got your boy in the booth ni**a

Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym

Get out of my ring you disgust me

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 niggaz 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**ch lookin bummy what

Ya'll staring at the angel of death

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

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

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 ni**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

Niggaz 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** ni**a resemble keenon ivory waynes

In stay your place dirt born rappers

Get shadow box for training

Ya'll still eatin bacon

Nobody think can;

Don't give this ni**a no statue give him death

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

I like the deuce of diamonds

Cutting spades on a glass table

Half a mil on my left ankle

Terry cloth guess shorts robes is comfortable

Bring me a nice b**ch that means

I'll f**k with you

My swagger is mick jaeger stones is rolling

Prestige is cut to it tis

Spark when w**d went up

The cocoa leaf is slightly damp

Sprouting in the backyard next to

Gran duke tomato plants

And jets get charted marquee sh*t

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

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 world

Ghostface kila

The Champ - Hip Hop Hitmakers