Текст песни The People's Champ - R.A. the Rugged Man
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
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
Yo,
my
flow
reminiscent
of
a
prime
Grand
Puba
My
tongue
sharper
than
the
sword
of
the
Japanese
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
dick
hit
the
ground
and
it
caused
a
earthquake
The
school
hallways
I
was
pissing
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
Bitch,
I'm
swinging
nunchucks
and
hitting
you
dumb
fucks
And
making
you
duck
down
like
Ruck
and
Ruste
Juxx
I'm
eyeing
you
fat
bitches
and
seeing
which
one
fucks
I'm
making
the
gun
blust,
I'm
bringing
the
blood
guts
Come
on
I
get
it
done
for
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
champ,
I'm
the
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
I
bring
home
the
title
to
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
motherfucking
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
motherfucking
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
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
ass
can't
afford
I'll
rip
out
the
windshield
and
I'll
shit
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,
massacre
mass
murder
Blasting
your
ass,
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
I
get
it
done
for
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
champ,
I'm
the
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
I
bring
home
the
title
to
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
motherfucking
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
motherfucking
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
(People,
people)
I'm
the
motherfucking
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
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
identity
issues,
it's
self
hatred,
a
pissed
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
shit
on
the
hi-hat
Come
on
I
get
it
done
for
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
champ,
I'm
the
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
I
bring
home
the
title
to
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
motherfucking
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
I'm
the
motherfucking
champ
of
the
(people,
people)
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
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)
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