paroles de chanson Champion Pen Game - Dr Bigf MC
From
the
start
they
declared
him
a
champion
It
came
to
pass
they
were
scarily
accurate
Got
his
first
glimpse
of
music
when
he
was
six
Listening
to
dusty
cassette
tapes
with
a
hiss
It
was
love
at
first
listen
That's
when
he
had
his
first
vision
Picked
up
a
mic
first
time
when
he
was
nine
School
performance
cut
short
so
he
didn't
get
to
rhyme
Never
mind
Better
luck
next
time
Still
inclined
Making
up
fresh
rhymes
Open
mic
nights
Just
a
cocky
upstarter
upstarting
Expecting
applause
The
audience
were
just
laughing
They
laughed
him
off
the
stage
But
he
stayed
brave
Came
back
another
day
Wrote
his
thoughts
on
a
pad
He
had
alot
to
say
He
maintained
despite
his
young
age
Erase
mistakes
and
do
them
all
over
again
That's
why
he
always
wrote
with
a
pencil
not
a
pen
Spent
years
on
his
craft
and
wits
Peep
how
he
spits
He's
too
dope
for
the
charts
The
kid's
freestyle
equipped
Head
full
of
rhymes
and
a
heart
full
of
dreams
Rhymes
in
his
head
and
the
mic
in
his
grip
Rhymes
were
his
life
his
whole
life
was
a
scheme
Champion
pen
game
and
freestyle
equipped
Head
full
of
rhymes
and
a
heart
full
of
dreams
Rhymes
in
his
head
and
the
mic
in
his
grip
Rhymes
were
his
life
his
whole
life
was
a
scheme
Champion
pen
game
and
freestyle
equipped
Single
track
mind
of
the
nervous
kind
Always
stuck
trying
to
think
of
words
to
rhyme
Discarded
note
books
of
rhymes
on
the
kitchen
floor
Perfectionist
at
spitting
raw
but
he
wanted
more
The
beats
were
never
loud
enough
He'd
fill
a
note
book
with
bars
Then
discard
them
Because
they
weren't
profound
enough
The
music
industry's
a
beast
How
can
you
eat
When
your
fans
all
believe
That
their
music
should
be
free
He
knows
he
can
rhyme
any
place
any
time
Probably
will
never
sign
on
that
great
dotted
line
Wouldn't
wanna
rock
the
boat
or
shake
the
table
Trapped
in
a
shifty
contract
until
he
hates
the
label
Well
fame's
overrated
anyway
Give
him
peace
of
mind
and
anonymity
anyday
Could
care
less
if
they
play
this
on
the
radio
This
rap
is
just
a
hobby
he's
got
another
day
j.o.b
Yet
he'd
love
to
be
a
part
of
A
show
Get
the
crowd
moving
like
a
smart
watch
Sometimes
less
is
more
Yes
Lord
Sometimes
you
need
to
fall
back
Play
your
position
like
a
chessboard
He
saw
his
idols
falling
off
their
pedastals
It
plain
sucked
Only
one
way
to
go
from
the
pinnacle
It
ain't
up
What's
popular
these
days
is
largely
gimmicks
Largely
gimmicky
sounds
the
same
Largely
mimicry
But
just
like
him
There's
other
mic
centred
spitters
spitting
Still
writing
Bringing
to
life
all
their
inner
visions
Make
a
beat
then
rhyme
High
on
his
own
supply
Never
overdoses
Music
is
not
his
only
focus
Not
rapping
on
these
joints
about
catching
felonies
Lyrics
are
on
point
without
catchy
melodies
He's
got
an
inner
star
within
Blessed
with
friends
family
A
wife
and
kids
he
could
be
a
superstar
to
them
Tries
his
best
to
be
a
star
to
them
Music
will
always
be
a
part
of
him
No
argument
Head
full
of
rhymes
and
a
heart
full
of
dreams
The
rhymes
in
his
head
and
the
mic
in
his
grip
Rhymes
were
his
life
his
whole
life
was
a
scheme
Champion
pen
game
and
freestyle
equipped
Ready
Steady
Cook
Like
Walter
White
and
Jesse
Pinkman
With
an
Inkpen
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