Tried to find both my life and my love Took the time to write down all my thoughts Found that I need to let go of you (Let go of you) All of my worst
Ehi Baba bro C?e ancora gente che pensa d essere superiore a noi due Yahahaha Devono schiattare man! Yo! Gente siete tontii RIT: Noi lasciamo crepe
RIT(Baba): Noi lasciamo crepe sul vetro della tua car Noi facciamo muovere il culo della tua Gyal Su le mani all?aria Odore di cagna Quando sopra il
three seconds left, oh my God! Yeah! [Chorus] I am the champion (champion, champion) (okay) I am the champion (champion, champion) (did he just get
am the Champion (champion, champion) I am the Champion (champion, champion) Lights Cameras action (action, action) Whenever I play I say. I am the champion
I circle my opponents like a bird of prey, in search of a vertabra Just to curse your day, and make blue sky revert to gray Tryin' to work my way back
[Verse 1] I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I Even though that's not what Islam always signify Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em They would
a show, could blow the whole system Thats word from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali Ugh You're now rockin with the champion You know
A question was raised to me the other day "Why it seem you always have joy?" Well, I'd like to take time to set the record straight.. All the joy I'
I'm home Uh, yeah They always ask me, ' Ali, what you so angry for man? Why you always so upset? ' I tell 'em ' Shit, theres a thin line between anger
[VERSE] I do not have any memory of peaceful sleep feels like I read about it in a novel once I believe that all the little secrets people keep When
voice then instead of sayin raps I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax [CHORUS x2] You're now rockin with the champion You know
Me wanna walk like a champion Talk like a champion What a piece of body gal Tell me where you get it from Knock 'pon your entrance Ram pa pa pam
Me wanna walk like a champion Talk like a champion What a piece of body gal Tell me where you get it from Knock 'pon your entrance Ram pa pa pam pam
Again you're pointing fingers, branding me beore ever giving me a chance. Stand on your soapbox and preach your word. You never let me speak on my behalf
Telling me that you're in control I've heard it all and it's getting old Chasing down regret from the night before But every night you're back for more
With nothing left to say, you turned your back And walked away Your words never meant a thing And it hurts to know that even after all this time I find