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Champion (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Brother Ali

"Im a trend setter with a wicked vendetta 

Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been better 

Plus my fourth to the tenth letter rip 

Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a 

Ugly charmer, Gentlemen Caller 

Sendin them all to hell in a milk crate 

Forest Whitiker dictate 

You need to get the dick out your intake 

You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin your shit straight 

They'll never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes 

When I find where my competators hide 

And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin emcee 

Is goin toe to toe with em, Stand nose to nose with em 

My flow for sho(sure) hit em 

I thought especially, one word that I speak at a show, could blow the whole system 

Thats word from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali 

Ugh 

 

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 

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 

 

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I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell 

They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell 

Shake the game up worse than Single White Females 

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 

I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry 

Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me 

I'd sing for free for some years if it's clear to me 

That if I'm there for my team they're there for me 

For real, I be diligently killin the soliloquies 

Of these milipeads 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 

If he want my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK 

He was hatin and Slug told em "(Slug)Bitch to send our tapes back" 

And if I lose my voice then instead of sayin raps 

I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax 

 

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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 

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 

 

No No No 

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 

When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack 

Guys are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack 

These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at 

Bring they muthafuckin trophies back 

I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime 

I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind? 

I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes 

Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine 

It's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in years 

When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears 

I have to consume, shit I capture a room 

And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb 

MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon 

Them rappers are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes 

Like 'Bam!' 

(There it is...) 

 

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 

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" 

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