Champion

Butta p verse:

If i was to ever let go

I'm insured like the gecko

I'm promised a greater saving

By the one who gave his life so

Cue the music maestro

Let the games begin

My fathers the ultimate fighter, it's in my blood to win

I'm coming from the bottom but my place is at the top

We're beyond the stage we rock above the clouds is where i'll stop

Never working on a delay rather working like a relay

Hand it off to next in line that be us the cheers like "hooray"

While others be like "who they?"

Hoping that one day we leave a mark as high as blu ray

Even though it's true we've been blessed too face the blue days

God has kept on his two way, now we waking up like new days

Off the top like toupee's

You cannot deny us, they tried us but we are wired

Prized fighters, we on fire gave our lives so call us lifers

He is so much higher worth the fight i'd rather die

If i ain't trying then i'm lying and i'd rather just retire

K-nuff verse:

People ask me why we, keep doing this proudly

Or how we deal with no deal like howie

Oh how we've been putting the work in, so much so when i rhyme

Often at times i tuck my shirt in

Yeah, i'm steady waiting

For the day, you come to see your favorite group perform and we are they; plus we are saved

It's in the making, ever since creation, purpose lives in every life an ours is for the taking

Was never into baking, no need to get the cake in,

If we just keep it hot the dough will rise for the occasion

It's so delicious,

My daily bread is my nutrition

So i indulge in the word like bulimic's into binging

I'm an independent artist with a message

That the world ain't trying to hear so just as good as yours my guess is,

As far as if this will ever come to pass,

They say the best is yet to come, i guess we're blessed to come in last

Juanlove verse:

So little time, so many mics, and so much is undetermined

So many souls holding to glass hearts and their brittle minds

Some day's perspective is lost, and some nights i'm so encouraged

Up soaking up sermons determined you can't belittle mine

Turning and tossing and burning no flossing it's a burden

Crossing river jordan with no staff my flesh and stomach churning

Some day's perspective is buried beneath the piles of rubbish

Or like a bum soaked in oceans of bubbly and bourbon

That's when the morning shows its face like a newborn

Disturbing me like a new dawn and itching to wake me from my sleep

I turn the other cheek hoping i'll never have to rise

But then this vision reemerges and i'm on my feat

It's like this tug of war, no mask inside my dresser drawer

But i stand up like a matador, gotta understand that less is more

Less of me, less of the ways that lead men to the grave

I'm reaching passed the sky to grab a hold of what my father gave