Awkword - The People's Champ lyrics

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INTRO:

Israel, Brooklyn, Connecticut, worldwide. Yo, put your fucking champagne down. The revolution is coming. Let's get it crackin you motherfuckers. People's Champion right here. Let's do this.

HOOK:

right is right, (get em), wrong is wrong /

sick of all the misadvice, why im singing this song /

hating how ya live ya life, why ya singing along /

im the peoples champion, torah, bible, koran /

right is right, (get em), wrong is wrong /

sick of all the misadvice, why im singing this song /

hating how ya live ya life, why ya singing along /

im the peoples champion, torah, bible, koran /

VERSE 1:

compassionate person who's always cared about people /

on the rooftop of the building, pickin em off ive gone lethal /

aint nobody ever understand, but in death we're all equal /

motherfuck, i know you dont get it obsessed that killings not legal /

wow, im called evil, thats why it aint nice to meet you /

its so simple to me, i view this shit as if its see through /

rock a tattoo of the star of david, the sacrificial hebrew /

cleaning up the worlds mess, thats the dirt that we do /

is it better to be miserable livin ya life cursed on this earth /

or better to be delivered in a hearse, to ya whole family, it still hurts /

the pain is inevitable, plus, the pain is relative /

is it better to be resting in peace, or dragged down by sedatives /

to dwell in the present, is to be broken down by the president /

but i aint gon let that shit happen, not for my sub-city residents /

call me a renegade, destroyer, sicko, burning my own path /

im the sick sadistic savior, yo, you doing the wrong math.

HOOK:

right is right, (get em), wrong is wrong /

sick of all the misadvice, why im singing this song /

hating how ya live ya life, why ya singing along /

im the peoples champion, torah, bible, koran /

right is right, (get em), wrong is wrong /

sick of all the misadvice, why im singing this song /

hating how ya live ya life, why ya singing along /

im the peoples champion, torah, bible, koran /

VERSE 2:

the next question, of course, is what happens when we get paper /

the first things first, if they assholes they not neighbors /

drag em onto the lawn, slice em slow with rusty razors /

climb up into they crib, go get it, its all pay dirt /

and dont bother to thank me, i aint do this as a favor /

i aint even a real person, fam, my meanings much greater /

call mr. f'in durden, everybody grab your shaver /

we aint killin em with kindness, we lighting torches they in danger /

pussy politicians, corrupt cop finger itchers /

sick molesting rapists racists, thats what bitch is /

puss distorted fucks who take they side, thats what snitch is /

thats why we built the peoples army, god forbid this /

gossip guppy scaled fishes, they flushed down toilets a ghetto heavens /

all the fallen angel fuck-ups rocking halos and weapons /

the never settled war veterans, these are my brederen /

i, deliver medicine, a reality dose, the bitter-end.

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