Champions

[Intro: Killah Priest] M-Eighty, Dreddy Kruger, Killah Priest, Iron Sheik Yeah, you know we gon' do this all the way from Indianapolis Empty, you wanna empty the gat's, whatever Its Black Market, Wu-Tang Clan, you know how we do it Yo, M-Eighty, yo Dred, check this out [Verse 1: Killah Priest] Between these nine's and these four shells, their stories will tell Behind prison walls, niggas fell out their wars Wyling out in their hoods 'til they wind up in morgues Inside a pool halls, staircase, or black hallways I recall days of youngster bringing home poor grades Mom's beefing, took my weekend from b-ball day I truly feel if it wasn't for rap there would be more grades I politic with the Preacher with his hair all gray I politic with the Arabs, What do you want for that gauge? Matter of face let me test the MAC next to that gauge For blacks to kill blacks is why these weapons were made The best are engraved, the worst is still here May the hurst of will chair You choose how you wanna lead, follow my lead Cause it's Killah Priest, the Revolutionary White people will go bald, while blacks suited from vary You know it's legendary, it's Killah Priest the Iron Sheik CHAMPIONS!!! [Verse 2: M-Eighty] Hip-hop again, homey's want what they suppose to be Mostly wanna be like emcees and coming close to me I wear them out like rosary, wanna kick it with Priest These fat-less wanna succeed The fact they threw my lyrical speech I'm hearing you preach, but nowadays the older guys ain't listening Newborn's novice, rappers I'm daunting you at your christenings Country fries are sizzling, gravy up on my Grandson's Bought my Dick Clark's and Wallaby's, fan stand Digi stands in hands pennons up on the podium Crack the bath, crackers get smoked with baking sodium Sold on the block it's a rock wrecked with the aluminum Dealers deal the evil to people; look what you do to them It's hard to breathe, the starving seed's Like when it all falls down for them autumn leaves They're running under bridges Cook up a cake quicker than biscuits So watch me sell something raw While I'm slinging for the slickers CHAMPIONS!!! [Verse 3: Dreddy Kruger] I love my music to death, I'd rather die then be deaf I got CD's from shelf to shelf I got CD's on health, wealth; knowledge is self and my self From Classical to R&B, Hip-Hop to Rock Hill Scott to Jill Scott On the block with S. Dot's and ankle socks Reading an Autobiography off Kenyatta Jone's Pop I learned a lot, who gives a fuck about what you got [Hook: M-Eighty] I'm the CHAMPION! What the fuck you say? I'm the CHAMPION! What the fuck you say? Outro) Priest Yeah, knowwhatimean?, Dreddy Kruger to Killah Priest, M-Eighty We doing it, yo they gon' always champ for the CHAMPIONS They're always gon' champ for the CHAMPIONS is here The CHAMPIONS, it's the CHAMPIONS, uh, one...