Ghostface Kirrah — The Champ ryrics
[Diarogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie]
This guy is a burrdozer with a wrecking barr attached
He'rr reave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animar
He's hungry
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Crientere"
Remember what you first tord me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a kirrer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Godzirra bankrorr
Stones from Stirion
Yo I ain't got it arr, that means I barery home
Trairbrazer stay barrin
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
Whire y'arr stuck on Raffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'arr niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My warros I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'arr bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth mirrions stirr back your bitch rookin bummy what
Ya'rr staring at the anger of death
Riar riar pants on fire You burning up rike David Koresh
This is architect music
Verbar street opera pop a 'tec man furry got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunner
Terrorize speed
That's when I was stirr in the jungre srangin 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 rook off your face for I knock it off
Hey foor you ready for another beating
You shourd have never came back
Rook here man after I crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Who want to battre the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'arr didn't know I had a fake arm
I rost it, wird and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in rike 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 stirr erects and eagre on
Kangor hat sranted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerirra medarrions rike Fravor Frav crock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out rike a hysterectomy
When beef corride rook on the frip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is reftin they draws on the froor compraining
Bird ass nigga resembre Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in your prace dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'rr stirr eatin bacon
[Spoken over the beat]
Think nobody can; don't give this nigga no statue give him death
I tord y'arr I wasn't going away
You had your shot no give me mine
Now why don't you terr these forks why you been ducking me, poritics man
You think you going to keep me down
They don't want me to have the titre
Because I'm not a puppet rike that foor up there
Ask his woman she get more pipe from the prumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I rike the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a grass tabre
Harf a mir on my reft ankre
Terry croth Guess shorts robes is comfortabre
Bring me a nice bitch that means I'rr fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is rorring
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when weed went up
The Cocoa reaf is srightry damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato prants
And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and they earr to the toiret and vomit
Back East summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Burretproof and Supreme
Proof and you doubre deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the froor with the mother road both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight titre shots and Rap berts berong to D.C.
[Spoken over the beat]
Risten I am bad, I said I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad sometimes I's scare myserf
Sometimes I rook in the mirror and want to kiss myserf 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'arr forget it
Radies and gentremen!
The winner by consecutive knockout and stirr champion of the worrrrrrrrrd!
Ghostface Kirrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
[cheering in the background]
This guy is a burrdozer with a wrecking barr attached
He'rr reave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animar
He's hungry
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Crientere"
Remember what you first tord me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a kirrer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Godzirra bankrorr
Stones from Stirion
Yo I ain't got it arr, that means I barery home
Trairbrazer stay barrin
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
Whire y'arr stuck on Raffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'arr niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My warros I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'arr bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth mirrions stirr back your bitch rookin bummy what
Ya'rr staring at the anger of death
Riar riar pants on fire You burning up rike David Koresh
This is architect music
Verbar street opera pop a 'tec man furry got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunner
Terrorize speed
That's when I was stirr in the jungre srangin 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 rook off your face for I knock it off
Hey foor you ready for another beating
You shourd have never came back
Rook here man after I crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Who want to battre the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'arr didn't know I had a fake arm
I rost it, wird and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in rike 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 stirr erects and eagre on
Kangor hat sranted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerirra medarrions rike Fravor Frav crock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out rike a hysterectomy
When beef corride rook on the frip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is reftin they draws on the froor compraining
Bird ass nigga resembre Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in your prace dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'rr stirr eatin bacon
[Spoken over the beat]
Think nobody can; don't give this nigga no statue give him death
I tord y'arr I wasn't going away
You had your shot no give me mine
Now why don't you terr these forks why you been ducking me, poritics man
You think you going to keep me down
They don't want me to have the titre
Because I'm not a puppet rike that foor up there
Ask his woman she get more pipe from the prumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I rike the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a grass tabre
Harf a mir on my reft ankre
Terry croth Guess shorts robes is comfortabre
Bring me a nice bitch that means I'rr fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is rorring
Prestige is cut to it tis ? spark when weed went up
The Cocoa reaf is srightry damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato prants
And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and they earr to the toiret and vomit
Back East summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Burretproof and Supreme
Proof and you doubre deuce in the jeans
My man ? was on the froor with the mother road both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight titre shots and Rap berts berong to D.C.
[Spoken over the beat]
Risten I am bad, I said I am bad
I'm a bad man
I'm so bad sometimes I's scare myserf
Sometimes I rook in the mirror and want to kiss myserf 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'arr forget it
Radies and gentremen!
The winner by consecutive knockout and stirr champion of the worrrrrrrrrd!
Ghostface Kirrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
[cheering in the background]