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awkword - the people's champions lyrics

feat. shabaam sahdeeq, punchline and beretta 9

yo. put your f-cking champagne down
the revolution is coming
let’s get it cracking, you motherf-ckers
people’s champion right here, let’s do this

[hook]

right is right, (get ’em), wrong is wrong
sick of all the mis-advice, why i’m singing this song
hating how you live your life, why you’re singing along
i’m the people’s champion, torah, bible, koran

comp-ssionate person who’s always cared about people
on the rooftop of the building, picking them off, i’ve gone lethal
ain’t n-body ever understand, but in death we’re all equal
mother f-ck, i know you don’t get it, obsessed that killing’s not legal
wow, i’m called evil, that’s why it ain’t nice to meet you
it’s so simple to me, i view this sh-t as if it’s see through
rock a tattoo of the star of david, the sacrificial hebrew
cleaning up the world’s mess, that’s the dirt that we do
is it better to be miserable, living your life cursed on this earth
or better to be delivered in a he-rs-, to your whole family, it still hurts
the pain is inevitable, plus, the pain is relative
is it better to be resting in peace, or dragged down by sedatives
to dwell in the present, is to be broken down by the president
but i ain’t gon’let that sh-t happen, not for my sub-city residents
call me a renegade, destroyer, sicko, burning my own path
i’m the sick s-d-stic savior, yo, you’re doing the wrong math

[hook]

the next question, of course, is what happens when we get paper
first thing’s first, if they’re -ssholes they’re not neighbors
drag them onto the lawn, slice them slow with rusty razors
climb up into their cribs, go get it, it’s all pay dirt
and don’t bother to thank me, i ain’t doing this as a favor
i ain’t even a real person, fam, my meaning’s much greater
call me mr. f-cking durden(?), everybody grab your shaver
we ain’t killing them with kindness, we’re lighting torches, they’re in danger
p-ssy politicians, corrupt cop finger itchers
sick molesting rapists, racists, that’s what b-tch is
p-ss distorted f-cks who take they’re side, that’s what snitch is
that’s why we built the people’s army, god forbid this
gossip guppy scale fishes, they’re flushed down toilets of ghetto heavens
all the fallen angel f-ck-ups, rocking halos and weapons
the never settled war veterans, these are my brethren
i deliver medicine, the reality dose, the bitter end

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