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  • feat. Rampage
    [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 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 **** 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
    *****, I'm swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb ****s
    And making you duck down like Ruck and Ruste Juxx
    I'm eyeing you fat *****es and seeing which one ****s
    I'm making the gun blust, 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 title to the (people, people)
    I'm the **********ing champ of the (people, people)
    I'm the **********ing 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 ass can't afford
    I'll rip out the windshield and I'll **** 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
    [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 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 **** 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)Annotate
  • feat. Rampage
    [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 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 **** 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
    *****, I'm swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb ****s
    And making you duck down like Ruck and Ruste Juxx
    I'm eyeing you fat *****es and seeing which one ****s
    I'm making the gun blust, 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 title to the (people, people)
    I'm the **********ing champ of the (people, people)
    I'm the **********ing 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 ass can't afford
    I'll rip out the windshield and I'll **** 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
    [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 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 **** 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)Annotate