Hear ye, hear ye, yah
In this future of hip hop history
I'm here to bring out the people's champ

R.A. The Rugged Man

Bridge:


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 reminiscent 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 pink and pale and I'm lacking in melanin

I've been a problem since my first birth date
In the delivery room my dick hit the ground and it caused a earthquake
The school hallways I was pissing 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 other rappers I'm obliterating
My flow is the Michelangelo Sistine Chapel

You ain't even fingerpainting
(*##$, I'm swinging nunchucks and hitting you dumb $#&@s
And making you duck down like Ruck and Ruste Juxx

I'm eyeing you fat (*##$es and seeing which one $#&@s
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 mother$#&@ing champ of the (people, people)
I'm the mother$#&@ing 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
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 'till I'm in a drunken stupor
Then I 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
A rapper with a Maybach or a car that my $$# can't afford

I'll rip out the windshield and I'll %#@! 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 ya, hurt ya, I murk ya, massacre mass murder
Blasting your $$#, 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:


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 mother$#&@ing champ of the (people, people)
I'm the mother$#&@ing champ of the (people, people)


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
Rowdier than riots in Attica
I got identity issues, it's self hatred, a pissed off

Wigga acting like I just stepped off of the slaveship
I kill any beat, murder any track
Mutilate the snare, rape the kick-drum and %#@! on the hi-hat
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 mother$#&@ing champ of the (people, people)
I'm the mother$#&@ing champ of the (people, people)

Bridge:


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 are, we just (people, people)
I'm the champ, I'm the champ of the (people, people)