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• Here I Come

[Champ M.C.:]
I kick the funky shit that make your grandma wanna rap*
I got the energy like a soul battery
I keep going and going and keep flowing
Who knows when I'll strike the next ho, kid
Yes I got this synth to catch a wreck with the ??? peers in front my face
I got the taste and the flava to put a nigga in his place
So back the fuck up before I punch you in the face
I got an award for all the damage that I did
So stop beating me in the head with that bullshit kid
I got it going on, word is bond, Champ is still the master
Grab the microphone and blast a nigga if I have to
Step in front the foot to test and his ??? game
You took me for a joke, I leave the scene and leave smoke
Quit fast, a nigga won't last a fucking second
It's a shame how I got these muthafuckers ho sweating

[Interlude: ~Champ M.C.~]
Yeah you know what time it is kid

[Chorus (2x): ~Champ M.C.~]
Be on the look out, cus here I come (say what?)
Be on the look out, cus here I come (bring the mutherfucking noise)

[Champ M.C.:]
Oh shit, here I go, putting on a fucking show
With my hat to my back, ready to flow, so bust a move at a show
And pull my skills out, I can get down, get down
Yeah, yo why the mic ?inside my mind is bugged? keep going
Get your hip to this cus I'm ripping shit
Yo I keep bitches on the run
Put it plain and simple, yeah kid they get the job done

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I'm putting niggas to shame
Trying to act shiesty, now you know my mothafucking name
I got connections, so what's next? Protect your neck
Because your'e dealing with a roughneck, so wha the heck
Time is money and money is time
I put the pen to the pad and came up with some phat rhymes
Once my mind starts to motivate and catch a break
Some are alright and some are ill shit

[Repeat Chorus (2x):]

[Champ M.C.]
Champ is here, see I get the job done
I might take a little wing, give some
Bitches like \"You fucking right\", catch a swift one
So don't sleep on me kid, you bitch ass nigga
Popping all tha shit, I just might pull the trigger
On a 187, leaving bodies to discover
Your hat was all swole, but now the game is all over
My tongue is swept up, lash an MC with the quickness
Kid can I get a witness
So who watch this jam with my lyrical voice
Will do your ?Howards choice? I don't think so
If you're fat, you pass, if you're slow, you blow
So yo, pass the essence so I can get listed
I got skills, so you know I must be gifted
Fuck that I got the magical tongue that kick those styles that I have
Hidden in my closet
Time ti let the bones put, oh yeah
Before you sneak too hard then I have to pull your fucking card

[Repeat Chorus (3x):]


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