מילים לשיר Champion – Brother Ali

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
I shake the game up worse than Single White Females
They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
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
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me
I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
That if I'm there for my team they're there for me
I'd sing for free for some years if it's clear to me
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
For real, I be diligently killin the soliloquies
He was hatin and Slug told the bitch to send my tapes back
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
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 x 2
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
Eyes are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack
When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime
Bring they muthafuckin trophies back
I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind?
Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes
Cause it's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in years
When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears
And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb
I have to consume, Ali capture a room
MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them faggots are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes
Like (Yes, now let the magic resume Biatch
You're now rockin with the champion
You need to stop and understand me, son
You know you're in a war that can't be won
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some x3.