Awkword - The People's Champ lyrics
rate meINTRO:
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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