J. Glaze - The People's Champ lyrics

[Intro: AWKWORD] Yo. Put your f**ing champagne down The revolution is coming Let's get it cracking, you motherf**ers People's Champion right here, let's do this [Hook: AWKWORD] x2 Right is right, (get 'em), wrong is wrong Sick of all the mis-advice, why I'm singing this song Hating how you live your life, why you're singing along I'm The People's Champion, Torah, Bible, Koran [Verse 1: AWKWORD] Compa**ionate person who's always cared about people On the rooftop of the building, picking them off, I've gone lethal Ain't nobody ever understand, but in d**h we're all equal Mother f**, I know you don't get it, obsessed that k**ing's not legal Wow, I'm called evil, that's why it ain't nice to meet you It's so simple to me, I view this sh** as if it's see through Rock a tattoo of the Star of David, the sacrificial Hebrew Cleaning up the world's mess, that's the dirt that we do Is it better to be miserable, living your life cursed on this earth Or better to be delivered in a hearse, to your 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 ain't gon let that sh** happen, not for my Sub-City residents Call me a renegade, destroyer, sicko, burning my own path I'm the sick sadistic savior, yo, you're doing the wrong math [Hook] x2 [Verse 2] The next question, of course, is what happens when we get paper First thing's first, if they're a**holes they're not neighbors Drag them onto the lawn, slice them slow with rusty razors Climb up into their cribs, go get it, it's all pay dirt And don't bother to thank me, I ain't doing this as a favor I ain't even a real person, fam, my meaning's much greater Call me Mr. F-ing Durden, everybody grab your shaver We ain't k**ing them with kindness, we're lighting torches, they're in danger p**y politicians, corrupt cop finger itchers Sick molesting rapists, racists, that's what b**h is Puss distorted f**s who take they're side, that's what snitch is That's why we built The People's Army, God forbid this Gossip guppy-scale fishes, they're flushed down toilets of ghetto heavens All the fallen angel f**-ups, rocking halos and weapons The never settled war veterans, these are my brethren I deliver medicine, the reality dose, the bitter end [Hook] x2