作詞D.Coles, J.Smith
作曲D.Coles, J.Smith
Voice: This guy is a bulldozer, with a wrecking ball attached to it. He'll
leave a ring around your eye with 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, you wanted to be a killer, you wanted to be a champ! I don't want
you in my ring, get out of here!

Ghostface: New York stand up! Scott, your boy is in the booth, Im bout to
take it back with this one! JUST BLAZE!

Verse 1
Ghostface: Godzilla bankroll, stones Sei Leone, yo I got it all, which
means I'm barely home.
Trailblazer still balling with vengeance, my arts is crafty, dog, ya'll stuck
in Laffy Taffy
Wondering, how did ya'll niggas get pasted me, I've been doing this
before Nas dropped the nasty
My lines, I did em up! Them bricks, I split em up, My raps, I bit em up,
for that now stick em up.
10 full good, but he don't got his money up. Mad flinging, still got itbitch
looking bummy, what?
Y'allare staring at the angel of death, Liar, pants on fire, you burning
uplike David Koresh.
This is archetech music, (uh) verbal street opera. Pop a tech, mask, fluid
got the projects moving in deed
I ran thru the tunnel, terrorized Speed, that's when I was stillin the jungle
slinging that D.

Voice: Get out of my face, don't need nothing. You ain't got no hope!
Don't need no hands, they messing up my corner, because I Ain't! Get
that look off your face, before I knock it off! Fool! You're waiting for the
beat? You should have never come back! Look here man, after I crucify
him, you next! And you better have a good doctor rearrange your face,
I'm the champ!

Verse 2
Ghostface: Who wants to battle the don? I'm James Bond in the octagon,
with two razors, bitch I didn't know I had a fake arm, I lost it.
Wilding raw, before rap I was getting it on, choke a fat nigga up in like 40
seconds, gun get hard with a 45 steel erection
Eagle on, Kangol hat slanted, coconut bouncing.
Morocco gorilla medallions is like flavor flave's clock, yo
Niggas want me dead but their scared to step to me, rip their guts out like
a hysterectomy
When beef collide we're gonna flip, like a penitentiary kite, or get you
bumped off from the inside.
Jaws is hanging, frauds is lifting their jaws, from the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga, example Keenan Ivory Wayne, stay in your place, dirt ball
rappers get shot or boxed for a chain, and ya'll still eating bacon.

Verse 3
Voice: Get it in while you can, don't get him a little statue, get him a gun. I
told you I wasn't going away. You had your shot, now give me mine. Do I
have to tell all these nice folks that you've been ducking me? Politics,
man, just coming to us to keep me down. They don't want me to have the
title, cause I'm not like that fool up there. Ask his woman, she get more
pipe from a bullet then her man, I'm the champ!

Ghostface: I'm like a duce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table,
half a mil on my left ankle.
Terry cloth guess shorts, balls is comfortable, bring me a nice bitch, that
means I fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jagger's, stones is rolling, fresh leaves is cut, two in
tea, spark the weed, what up?
The cocoa leaf is slightly damp, spot in your back yard next the grand
duke tomato plant
And jets get chartered, marquese sick with the cars on it, they hate it, they
earl, want to inform the informant.

Back east summer MC king, since Cuban, Pretty Tony, Iron man, the
bulletproof is supreme
Kuffi on double duce in the jeans, me and shake was on the floor with the
mother load, proofing the green
IBF, WBC, cruiser weight title shots rap belts promoting in DC
Voice: Cause I am bad, I said I'm 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?
Crowd: The Champ!
Voice: Who am I?
Crowd: The Champ!
Voice: Who?
Crowd: The Champ!
Voice: That's right and don't you forget it.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, at the end of the rap bout, the winner
by way of technical knockout, and still champion of the world:
JustBlaze: Ghost... Face... Killa!


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