The People's Champ Lyrics - R.a. The Rugged Man

feat. Rampage 

[Intro: Rampage] 

Hear ye, hear ye, yah 

In this future of hip hop history 

I'm here to bring out the people's champ 

R.A. The Rugged Man 

[Bridge: Rampage] 

Put your hands up, tell 'em wild out 

This is how we do it, we here to turn it out 

Put your hands up, tell 'em wild out 

This is how we do it, we here to turn it out 

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[Verse 1: R.A The Rugged Man] 

Yo, my flow reminiscent of a prime Grand Puba 

My tongue sharper than the sword of the Japanese Yakuza 

Beats always slamming like Dilla, like Ali was the man in Manilla 

Man or gorilla, I'm a nicer striker than Anderson Silva 

I'm conquering like Hannibal on the back of an elephant 

I'm the best even if I'm pink and pale and I'm lacking in melanin 

I've been a problem since my first birth date 

In the delivery room my dick hit the ground and it caused a earthquake 

The school hallways I was pissing in 

As a kid I was lacking in discipline 

Ignoring authorities and never listening 

I come from the slummiest of slum villages, killing evil 

You come from a village of disco dancing; Village People 

You other rappers I'm obliterating 

My flow is the Michelangelo Sistine Chapel 

You ain't even fingerpainting 

Bitch, I'm swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb fucks 

And making you duck down like Ruck and Ruste Juxx 

I'm eyeing you fat bitches and seeing which one fucks 

I'm making the gun blust, I'm bringing the blood guts 

Come on 

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[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 motherfucking champ of the (people, people) 

I'm the motherfucking champ of the (people, people) 

[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] 

This isn't money and a Grammy and an Academy Award 

This a brutal lyrical verbal version of Gatti and Ward 

If I bust in your eye, it might blind ya 

As a kid I was too hyper, sniffing pancakes syrup from Aunt Jemima 

Sip wine with Jesus, tell him I'm in a drunken stuper 

Then I slap box God and sumo wrestle with Buddha 

I ain't dumbing it down, I'm murdering and gunning it down 

These others artists I'm above them even if I'm under the ground 

A rapper with a Maybach or a car that my ass can't afford 

I'll rip out the windshield and I'll shit on your dashboard 

Don't make me laugh, young blood newcomer 

Your mother was a crackhead, you a crack baby fresh out of the dumpster 

Smacking ya, hurt ya, I murk ya, massacre mass murder 

Blasting your ass, stashing the burner, the trash lurker 

I'm worser than Rambo in Bhurma 

I'm dumb in the head, I'm not a fast learner 

The white boy version of Nat Turner 

Come on 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] 

Tommy Hearns Marvelous Marvin Hagler with the vernacular 

Bullets splattering through your kidney and flying out the back of ya 

I'm shining like diamonds in Africa 

I'm mathematical, scientifical like Benjamin Banneker 

Rowdier than riots in Attica 

I got identity issues, it's self hatred, a pissed off 

Wigga acting like I just stepped off of the slaveship 

I kill any beat, murder any track 

Mutilate the snare, rape the kick-drum and shit on the hi-hat 

Come 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) 

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