Apollo Brown & OC - People's Champ | Текст песни

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• Apollo Brown & OC
• People's Champ

Yeah yeah, pre-season is about to start
How many rappers put up numbers without being on the charts?
I'm that exceptions to the rules written
Who thought my throat was parched and gave up spittin'?
I'm the epitome who lyrically go down like shots of whiskey
Mad motherfuckers saying they missed me
Tearing over the god like bags of peeled onions
Verbal foot in their ass with the athlete's fungus
Hit em where hurts so good. Going up against the best out
Claiming number one in this world. See
Rappers with a lot to lose
Pop shit and hide behind dudes
That's why they're down with crews
Conceived in sin: Non-matrimony
Against the Bible's creed and God rights fully
There was a time when I frequent Wet Willie's
Down in MIA in the spot with Knick colors yelling

Hook:
..Bang time! It's game time!
Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by
..Bang time! It's game time!
Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em
..Bang time! It's game time!
Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by
..Bang time! It's game time!
Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em

On somebody else's tab, I'm paid to rap
Apollo solicits the beats, I blaze the tracks
These facts are documented on a signed contract
New eras: Go with the flow or just change and adapt
Heart of a Spartan, going against the Persian army
Killing me is the only brute force to disarm me
Logo been my initials with the crown on top
Had the Dow take a plunge, my stock keep rising up. Ha
The people's champ: modern-day Robin Hood
Handing out hope in abundance throughout Sherwood
But these are concrete jungles not a forest
Littered with D's, G's, cut-throats, harlots. Whoa
Methodical plans. Boxed up, sealed, and delivered
Given the state of the game to consider
I don't do Facebook, Myspace, or Twitter
Still analog stay getting money off back catologue

[Hook:]
..Bang time! It's game time!
Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by
..Bang time! It's game time!
Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em
..Bang time! It's game time!
Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by
..Bang time! It's game time!
Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em

Niggas making it rain like it's never gonna stop
5 years time living in a cardboard box
Think of something new to say
Everybody swagged out. For the rich to maintain, others are broke
That's fact, all based on statistics
Look around your district
Drugs, murder, rape, crime is big business
Just so happens O became an entertainer
Dame dropped me a jewel to keep lawyers on retainer
Open to advice as long as it makes sense
So the dollar that stashed inside the safe, that's great
Grinding over time to put food on the plate
I keep that blue collar respect so others relate
This here union is official
Apollo behind the gun letting off the clip
And I'm the trigger hitting no misses
Viable intel provided by snitches
Get rats PC'd behind walls of a prison. Yeah

[Hook:]

..Bang time! It's game time!
Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by
..Bang time! It's game time!
Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em
..Bang time! It's game time!
Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by
..Bang time! It's game time!
Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em

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