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 : Im a trend setter with a wicked vendetta Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been better Plus my fourth to the tenth letter rip Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a Ugly charmer, Gentlemen Caller Sendin them all to hell in a milk crate Forest Whitiker dictate You need to get the dick out your intake You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin your shit straight Theyll never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes When I find where my competators hide And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin emcee Is goin toe to toe with em, Stand nose to nose with em My flow for sho(sure) hit em I thought especially, one word that I speak at a show, could blow the whole system Thats word from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali Ugh 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 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 Im chokin players like Im Bob Knight, choke the coaches like Im Spreewell They bowin to the Sayers till they knees swell 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 milipeads 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 em "(Slug)Bitch to send our 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 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 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 No No No 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 Guys 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 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, shit I 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 rappers are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes Like Bam! (There it is...) 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 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 [ Champion Lyrics ]
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