The People's Champ [NEW 2013]

Hear ye, hear ye, yeah
In this future of hip hop history
I'm here to bring out the people's champ
R.A. The Rugged Man

I'm the champ, I'm the champ, I'm the champ 

Put your hands up, tell 'em wild out
This is how we do it, we here to turn it out
Put your hands up, tell 'em wild out
This is how we do it, we here to turn it out

Yo, my flow reminiscing of a prime Grand Puba
My tongue sharper than the sword of the Japanese Yakuza
Beats always slamming like Dilla, like Ali was the man in Manilla
Man or gorilla, I'm a nicer striker than Anderson Silva
I'm conquering like Hannibal on the back of an elephant
I'm the best even if I'm peaking, I'm paling, I'm lacking in melanin
I've been a problem since my first birthday
In the delivery room my [bad word] hit the ground and it caused the earthquake
The school hallways I was [bad word] in
As a kid I was lacking in discipline
Ignoring authorities and never listening
I come from the slummiest of slum villages, killing evil
You come from a village of disco dancing, Village People
You are the rappers I'ma obliterate
And my flow is the Michelangelo Sistine Chapel
You ain't even finger painting [bad word]  I'm swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb [bad word] And making you duck down like Ruck and Ruste Juxx
I'm eying you fat [bad word] and seeing which one [bad word] I'm making the gun blust, I'm bringing the blood guts
Come on!

Hook:
I get it done for the (people, people)
I'm the champ, I'm the champ of the (people, people)
I bring home the title to the (people, people)
I'm the [bad word] champ of the (people, people)
Oh oh oh oh eh oh oh oh oh eh oh eh oh oh oh oh eh oh 
I'm the [bad word] champ of the (people, people)

This isn't money and a Grammy and an Academy Award
This a brutal lyrical verbal version of Gatti and Ward
Find More lyrics at www [bad word] If I bust in your eye, it might blind ya
As a kid I was too hyper
Sniffing pancakes syrup from aunt Jemima
Sip wine with Jesus, tell him he a drunken stuper
Then I'll slap box God and sumo wrestle with Buddha
I ain't dumbing it down, I'm murdering and gunning it down
These others artists I'm above them even if I'm under the ground
rapper with a Maybach or a car that my [bad word] can't afford
I'll whip out the windshield and I'll [bad word] on your dashboard
Don't make me laugh, young blood newcomer
Your mother was a crackhead, you a crack baby fresh out of the dumpster
Smacking, I'll hurt ya, I'm murking massacre mass murder
Blasting your [bad word]  stashing the burner, the trash lurker
I'm worser than Rambo in Bhurma
I'm dumb in the head, I'm not a fast learner
The white boy version of Nat Turner
Come on!

[Hook:]

Tommy Hearns Marvelous Marvin Hagler with the vernacular
Bullets splattering through your kidney and flying out the back of ya
I'm shining like diamonds in Africa
I'm mathematical, scientifical like Benjamin Banneker
Rowdy and riots in Attica
I got identity issues, it's self hatred, I'm [bad word] off
The way I'm acting like I just stepped off of the slaveship
I'll kill any beat and murder any track
Mutilate the snare, rape the kick-drum and [bad word] on the hi-hat
Come on

[Hook:]

Put your hands up, tell 'em wild out
This is how we do it, we here to turn it out
Put your hands up, tell 'em wild out
This is how we do it, we here to turn it out

I let it rock for the (people, people)
I'm the champ, I'm the champ of the (people, people)
I really live for the (people, people)
I'll win it all for the (people, people)
That's what we all, we just (people, people)
I'm the champ, I'm the champ of the (people, people)
People, people.