Champion Brother

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

Champion Lyrics

You need to stop and understand me, son

Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some

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

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