Ft. Quelle Chris & Zeroh
(Verse: Jonwayne)
Broad champion of karate, champion
Tree's is space plague, clips is bu*ter melt
Fedded like Juveline and Bj
Chops like soda blades off of MP's
Raps you always laugh, I got plenty
Flex it, ain't gotta goal it and go ?
Weak n***a's back, back from gettin' me fifty feet
Hope ya new Puma's get plummered by 20 dirty feet
Doctor Phil, my thoughts flipped to Oprah, okey
Millionaire lifeline, for you is a no way
I keep heat on tap and heat on stand-by
I trio the wise and play with a land mine
Wracks on raps on whack on rats on an on-line
Yo babyface, this is for the cooler in you
There's gold grills, this is for the gold in you
Since taste makers' talkin' neva put food in you
Waddup!
I don't drive and you know I don't swerve out
I don't know why, but you know they be servin' me cups up
(Hook)
World Champion Karate Champion
(Verse 2: Quelle Chris)
Master craft, yo come, the covert ugly
Doubt that the public will eva come to love me
Rugged study, G credit, T muddy jeans, no shoes
And cracks on elbs', ooze, blood is seen on whateva
b**hes walk like they afraid to die
I heard success is more trial than cry
In heaven it is said there're n***as in sausage rolls
But where I'm from 92 C 6 F
Just please stop whinin' online, it's all ?
Run instantly rhymin' on shutter
If you ain't f**in' with moose, scoopin' wax off the platter
It's ill E Summer T MC Ta** beat 'is a** to it
No crumbs or thumbs, mad that I had em
Eat Q fat salt, pregnant with emotion
Window seat, still got some cold on yo old
Pop an attitude at this altitude?!
There we go...
(Hook)
World Champion Karate Champion