Lyrical Breakdown of The Champ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Champ" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Champ" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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[Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back He's an animal He's hungry You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele" Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga) You ain't hungry Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym Get out of my ring, you disgust me [Ghostface Killah] Godzilla bankroll Stones from Stilion Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely home Trailblazer stay ballin Revenge is my arts is crafty darts While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get past me I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh This is architect music Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed I ran through the tunnel Terrorize speed That's when I was still in the jungle slangin that D [Spoken over the beat] Get out my face! No you ain't got no mo?'. Don't need no has been messin' up my corner And you better get that mad look off your face 'fore I knock it off Hey fool you ready for another beating You should have never came back Look here man after I crucify him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow boxed for training? Ya'll still eatin bacon [Spoken over the beat] Think nobody can; don't give this nigga no statue give him death I told y'all I wasn't going away You had your shot no give me mine Now why don't you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man You think you going to keep me down They don't want me to have the title Because I'm not a puppet like that fool up there Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil on my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jagger stones is rolling Prestige is cut to a tee sparkin' weed what up The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it Them haters they earl run to the toilet and vomit Back East summer MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme Proof and you double deuce in the jeans My man? was on the floor with the mother load both of them green IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots and Rap belts belong to D.C. [Spoken over the beat] Listen I am bad, I said I am bad I'm a bad man I'm so bad sometimes I's scare myself Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I'm so pretty Now who am I (The Man!) Now who am I (The Man!) Who (The Man!) That's right and don't y'all forget it Ladies and gentlemen! The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the worlllllllld! Ghostface Killllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa [Cheering in the background]