(Lucifer's Friend cover) In the time of Job when Joseph was a chippy All the sons of Pharaoh's were kings The word was passed around that Mammon
killing strangers will it come You fight to live, freedom gained with every shiv You need to prove, prove your worth To ascend to the trial of champions
strangers will it come You fight to live, freedom gained with every shiv You need to prove, prove your worth To ascend to the trial of champions Every
we're running out today i'm over it ok we're never at the top we're gonna let it rock we're the champions we're the champions we've got the champions
of dreams Who make us believe Who are these people Who still win the day When the odds are against them And strength fades away THESE PEOPLE ARE THE CHAMPIONS
jeter a l'eau (oh oh) Un kimono pour evacuer mes maux (oh oh) Descendant d'esclave On reste fiere et brave Quoi qu'il arrive On le fera comme des champions
Paint the acropolis Trash your treasures A graffiti mess rising crisis The ground is aching to collapse If we stay here we just will not survive It's
de foot de ta region Dans un stade, devant ton poste de television A tu deja supporte l?equipe de foot de ta region Grace a toi, ils deviendront super champions
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
Due parole ci bastavano, Per volerci ancora un po Tu ridevi e stavi tra le nuvole Ti facevi spazio in mezzo al soffice La mia bocca sempre a dare fine
I hope you choke on my fucking heartbeat and drown in my blue blood. The lonely walks bring out the lonely eyes. The hunger dies because of the lies.
Dang Dong We're The Champions Chorus: We are the champions my friend And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end we are the champions, we are the champions
the Champions"] We are the champions, my friend And we'll keep on fighting, to the end We are the champions, we are the champions No time for losers /
(feat. Chamillionaire, Papoose, Yung Joc) [Intro: Greg Street] Aiyyo Kayslay man let's take it back down to the dirty south for a sec!!! [Verse 1:
the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops [Outro: Greg Street] It's Kayslay! It's Greg Street! It's The Champions!
G. From your big dog B.I.G. D.E.E.Z. Shaq Diesel Kayslay (Kayslay) Money Mark (Money Mark) Studda Box, Box [DJ KaySlay:] Yeah it's the champions! Kayslay
t 'gon love you like your man does I ain't really got alot of time, bitch you out ya mind [Outro: DJ KaySlay] The Champions!!!