Представляем точный текст композиции "Champion" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brother Ali . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Champion» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brother Ali передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brother Ali - "Champion"
Lyrics to Champion : (Ali, the baddest muthafucka there ever...) [VERSE 1: Brother Ali] Im chokin players like Im Bob Knight, choke the coaches like Im Spreewell They bowin to the Sayers till they knees swell I shake the game up worse than Single White Females Walkin to they car alone flashin three bills These little kids are talkin bout how little I know Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like your Triple 5 Soul With a civilized flow, but if you say my name Im like Beetlejuice Dice you up and slap you till your teeth are loose Ive seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me Id sing for free for some years if its clear to me That if Im there for my team theyre there for me For real, I be diligently killin the soliloquies Of these millipeds that try to pass themselves off as ill MCs I weave a web of words so intricately That the English dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me If he want my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK He was hatin and Slug told the bitch to send my tapes back And if I lose my voice then instead of sayin raps I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax [CHORUS x2] Youre now rockin with the champion You know youre in a war that cant be won You need to stop and understand me, son Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some [VERSE 2] I wasnt lyin bout them muthafuckin hairy hands Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand' I share the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus back Ill do anything for the cats that show support like that When I battle they hold my back, yall most be smokin crack Eyes are screamin, "I aint supposed to rap," come on, you know youre wack These Minnesota cats touch down in places where its dormant at Bring they muthafuckin trophies back Im like big up my man Optimus Prime Im like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind' I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine Cause its clear you aint seen no one this tight in years When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears I have to consume, Ali capture a room And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb MCs put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon Them faggots are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes Like [heavy breathing] (There it is) Yes, now let the magic resume Biatch [CHORUS] [ Champion Lyrics ]
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