The Champ

This guy is a bulldozer with a wreckin' ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal, he's hungry, you ain't been hungry since Supreme Clientele
Remember what you first told me when I took you in?
You wanted to be a fighter (yeah)
You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up)
You wanted to be the Champ (got ya boy in the booth, nigga)
You ain't hungry, matter of fact, I don't want you in my gym
(I'm 'bout to take New York with this one)
Get out of my ring, you disgust me (Just Blaze)

Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone
Yo, I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home
Trailblazer stay ballin' with vengeance
My arts is crafty darts, why y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy?
Wonderin' how did y'all niggas get past me?'
I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My Wallos, I did 'em up, them bricks, I sent 'em up
My raps, y'all bit 'em up, for that, now, stick 'em up

10-4, good buddy, Tone got his money up
Worth millions, still bag your bitch lookin' bummy, what?
Y'all starin' at the Angel of Death
Liar, liar, pants on fire, you burnin' up like David Koresh
This is architect music, verbal street opera
Pop a TEC, mad fluid, got the projects boomin', indeed
I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed
That's when I was still in the jungle, slingin' that D

Get out my face, don't need nothin' you got no more
Don't need no has-been messin' up my corner
And you better get that bad look off your face 'fore I knock it off
Hey, fool, you ready for another beatin'?
You should've never came back
Look here, man, after I crucify him, you next
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange yo' face
I'm the champ

Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it while in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on
Choke a fat nigga out in like, 40 seconds
My gun get hard with a .45, steel erection
Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo

Niggas want me dead, but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide, look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hangin', frauds is left in they draws on the floor complainin'
Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans
Stay in your place, dirt poor rappers get shadow-boxed for trainin'
Y'all still eatin' bacon

Think nobody can
Don't give this sucker no statue, give him death
I told y'all I wasn't goin' away, you had yo' shot, now gimme mine
Now, why don't you tell these folks why you been duckin' me?
Politics, man
This culture wants to keep me down
They don't want me to have the title because I'm not a puppet like that fool up there
Ask his woman, she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed
I'm the champ

I'm like the deuce of diamonds cuttin' spades on a glass table
Half a mill' on my left ankle
Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch, that means I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jagger, stones is rollin'
Prestige is cut to a T, spark when weed went up
The coca leaf is slightly damp
Sproutin' in the backyard next to Graham Dukes' tomato plants

And jets get chartered, marquee shit with the cars on it
The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit
Back East, I'm a MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof and Supreme
Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans
My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green
IBF, WBC cruiserweight title shots and rap belts belong to D.C

Listen, I am bad
I said, I am bad, I'm a bad man
I'm so bad, sometimes I scare myself
Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself, I'm so pretty
Now who am I? (The man)
Now who am I? (The man)
Who? (The man)
That's right, and don't y'all forget it

Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you from the committee
The winner by consecutive knockout
And still champion of the world, Ghostface Killah!