Brother Ali - Champion... lyrics

(Ali, the baddest muthafucka there ever)

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight
Choke the coaches like I'm Sprewell
They bowin to the 'Sayers
Till they knees swell
I 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 you're 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 millipedes 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 the
Bitch to send my 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

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
Eyes 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
Cause 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, Ali 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 faggots are doomed
Worse than breathing hazardous fumes
Like (heavy breathing, There it is)
Yes, now let the magic resume, biatch!

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