The Plague - Champions Freestyle lyrics

Everybody, Count it down with me now Here we go again with some of the dirtiest words you've heard But couldn't discern, cause most of the sh** that I spit is a blur Certainly but, observing me once, isn't really serving me any justice So, bust this extraordinary functional display of the tongue-twist Some of these punk b**h kids thats thinking they're rocking and rolling hard Are really the fakest impostors they've never strolled the yard They're bragging that they got a stolen car They get in the way, then I'm running em over dog, oh, It's on They're getting their faces torn off with pure resolve saying, I'm sure is all, kid You wanna get burned? Talk sh**. Steppin to Tonedeffs like trying to run without learning to crawl, b**h! Y'all is thoughtless cause if you're determined to fall, I recommend that you stall a bit Cause, sonny, Ive mastered all of it: From the hottest bars to spit, to the introduction shouts thats up at the this start of this Listen, if anyone doubts the kid, they gotta to be flogged & whipped just like a f**ing sodomist Non-Stop till the apocalypse hits, regardless, son, if you give it up or call it quits Your coffin ditch is dug, by Mr. SOS & Tonedeff-inite the great Wait! Hearing the words come outta my mouth is makin ya sh** on yourself just like a weapon in your face Step into my space, buddy ya better be asking me to flow or get performances Sonny, I'm earning my stars with about a half-a galaxy to go till its over with (Holy sh**!) Yes, you love it, don't ya, baby! Open Wide! Scoop it all! Swallow to the balls And I'm followed through the malls, because the gift of my flow is f**ing polished to a fault Astonishing awestruck crowds, leaving a city with hardly a jaw shut How? Well, Im abolishing the laws of sound, nobody figured would ever fall till just now Touchdown, better go chalk up another landslide to the QN5 side Nobody's sick as the kid, you can bet your mans life, cause its lose or die time Prove it nine times outta ten you can see me then over 182 bpms Doing the 16th notes, or even the 24-syllable speedy flow, and I'll concede, yo But till that day arrives, son, I'mma stay alive Because the way I grinds really a state of mind And even in base design I never strain to rhyme If anyone take my lines, kid, its a waste of time Because at Point Blank... No one can't spit em with this critical flair & shear sickness It's Tonedeff BEST FLOW IN THE GAME, if the worlds listening, bare witness. Yes!