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ft rampage r a the rugged man - the people's champ (ft. rampage) - r.a. the rugged man lyrics

[intro: rampage]
hear ye, hear ye, yah
in this future of hip hop history
i’m here to bring out the people’s champ
r.a. the rugged man

[bridge: rampage]
put your hands up, tell ’em wild out
this is how we do it, we here to turn it out
put your hands up, tell ’em wild out
this is how we do it, we here to turn it out

[verse 1: r.a the rugged man]
yo, my flow reminiscwnt of a prime grand puba
my tongue sharper than the sword of the j-panese yakuza
beats always slamming like dilla, like ali was the man in manilla
man or gorilla, i’m a nicer striker than anderson silva
i’m conquering like hannibal on the back of an elephant
i’m the best even if i’m pink and pale and i’m lacking in melanin
i’ve been a problem since my first birth date
in the delivery room my d-ck hit the ground
and it caused a earthquake
the school hallways i was p-ssing in
as a kid i was lacking in discipline
ignoring authorities and never listening
i come from the slummiest of slum villages, killing evil
you come from a village of disco dancing; village people
you other rappers i’m obliterating
my flow is the michelangelo sistine chapel
you ain’t even fingerpainting
b-tch, i’m swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb f-cks
and making you duck down like ruck and ruste juxx
i’m eyeing you fat b-tches and seeing which one f-cks
i’m making the gun bl-st, i’m bringing the blood guts
come on

[hook]
i get it done for the (people, people)
i’m the champ, i’m the champ of the (people, people)
i bring home the t-tle to the (people, people)
i’m the motherf-cking champ of the (people, people)
i’m the motherf-cking champ of the (people, people)

[verse 2: r.a. the rugged man]
this isn’t money and a grammy and an academy award
this a brutal lyrical verbal version of gatti and ward
if i bust in your eye, it might blind ya
as a kid i was too hyper
sniffing pancakes syrup from aunt jemima
sip wine with jesus, tell him i’m in a drunken stuper
then i slap box god and sumo wrestle with buddha
i ain’t dumbing it down, i’m murdering and gunning it down
these others artists i’m above them even if i’m under the ground
a rapper with a maybach or a car that my -ss can’t afford
i’ll rip out the windshield and i’ll sh-t on your dashboard
don’t make me laugh, young blood newcomer
your mother was a crackhead
you a crack baby fresh out of the dumpster
smacking ya, hurt ya, i murk ya, m-ssacre m-ss murder
blasting your -ss, stashing the burner, the trash lurker
i’m worser than rambo in bhurma
i’m dumb in the head, i’m not a fast learner
the white boy version of nat turner
come on

[hook]

[verse 3: r.a. the rugged man]
tommy hearns marvelous marvin hagler with the vernacular
bullets splattering through your kidney and flying out the back of ya
i’m shining like diamonds in africa
i’m mathematical, scientifical like benjamin banneker
rowdier than riots in attica
i got ident-ty issues, it’s self hatred, a p-ssed off
wigga acting like i just stepped off of the slaveship
i kill any beat, murder any track
mutilate the snare, rape the kick-drum and sh-t on the hi-hat
come on

[hook]

[bridge]

[outro: r.a. the rugged man]
i let it rock for the (people, people)
i’m the champ, i’m the champ of the (people, people)
i really live for the (people, people)
i’ll win it all for the (people, people)
that’s what we are, we just (people, people)
i’m the champ, i’m the champ of the (people, people)

- ft rampage r a the rugged man lyrics

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