The Champ

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', yeah, how did y'all **** get past me?

I been doin' this before Nas dropped the Nasty

My Walla's, 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

Who wanna 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, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on

Took a fat **** out in like forty seconds

My gun get hard wit' a .45 steel erection

Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted

Coconut Ballys from Morocco

Guerrilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo

**** 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 drawers on the floor

Complainin', bird ass **** resemble Keenen Ivory Wayans

Stay in your place, dirt poor rappers get shadowboxed for training

Y'all still eatin' bacon

I'm like the deuce of diamonds cuttin' spades on the glass table

Half a mil' on my left ankle

Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable

Bring me a nice bitch, that means I'll fuck wit' you

My swagger is Mick Jagger, Stones is Rolling

Prestige is cut to a T, sparkin' weed went up

The coca leaf is slightly damp

Sproutin' in the backyard next to Gram Duke Tumatoe 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's shape was on the floor with the motherlode

Both of them green

IBF, WBC, cruiserweight title shots, rap belts belong to D.C.