R.A. The Rugged Man - The Peopleís Champ (ft. Rampage) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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R.A. The Rugged Man - The Peopleís Champ (ft. Rampage) (Lyrics - Paroles)

R.A. The Rugged Man - The Peopleís Champ (ft. Rampage) (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Intro: Rampage]
Hear ye, hear ye, yah
In this future of hip hop history
Iím here to bring out the peopleís champ
R.A. The Rugged Man

[Bridge: Rampage]
Put your hands up, tell Ďem wild out
This is how we do it, we here to turn it out
Put your hands up, tell Ďem 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 Japanese Yakuza
Beats always slamming like Dilla, like Ali was the man in Manilla
Man or gorilla, Iím a nicer striker than Anderson Silva
Iím conquering like Hannibal on the back of an elephant
Iím the best even if Iím pink and pale and Iím lacking in melanin
Iíve 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 Iím obliterating
My flow is the Michelangelo Sistine Chapel
You ainít even fingerpainting
Bitch, Iím swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb fucks
And making you duck down like Ruck and Ruste Juxx
Iím eyeing you fat bitches and seeing which one fucks
Iím making the gun blust, Iím bringing the blood guts
Come on

[Hook]
I get it done for the (people, people)
Iím the champ, Iím the champ of the (people, people)
I bring home the title to the (people, people)
Iím the motherfucking champ of the (people, people)
Iím the motherfucking champ of the (people, people)

[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]
This isnít 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 Iím in a drunken stuper
Then I slap box God and sumo wrestle with Buddha
I ainít dumbing it down, Iím murdering and gunning it down
These others artists Iím above them even if Iím under the ground
A rapper with a Maybach or a car that my ass canít afford
Iíll rip out the windshield and Iíll shit on your dashboard
Donít 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
Iím worser than Rambo in Bhurma
Iím dumb in the head, Iím 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
Iím shining like diamonds in Africa
Iím mathematical, scientifical like Benjamin Banneker
Rowdier than riots in Attica
I got identity issues, itís 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

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro: R.A. The Rugged Man]
I let it rock for the (people, people)
Iím the champ, Iím the champ of the (people, people)
I really live for the (people, people)
Iíll win it all for the (people, people)
Thatís what we are, we just (people, people)
Iím the champ, Iím the champ of the (people, people)

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R.A. The Rugged Man

Titre: The Peopleís Champ
Featuring(s): Rampage
Tags : R.A. The Rugged Man, Rampage,
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