Champion
TRVNSPORTER G.P.R Beat Lyrics

Looking for the truth, yeah it's me
I am on the search for truth.

Everything Polo to the floor though, even at the grocery store though
I live life big and don't settle for less even when grocery shopping.

Picture perfect, take a photo, and take the pic you biting bitch
My appearance is pristine, so take a photo of me. But try to copy me and I'll call you out.

And go and stitch a logo (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
And try to create your own identity with a logo.

Hit you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
I have a trick up my sleeve but my girl, Mercedes, will get me out of trouble.

With the Audi say that Quatro was a two door so a typo
I'll call out mistakes even in luxury cars like Audi's quattro was supposed to be a two-door car, so it's a typo.

You can put on Killer Kill, Fat Boy, or just Michael
You can address me however, but don't call me a rival.

Call me what you want but still never call me rival
I won't accept being called a rival.

They will call you dead and I will call you gone
If someone else speaks about your death, I rather say that you've moved on to another place.

The Lord, sweet Jesus, will be weeping calling your ass home
Your death will be so profound that even Jesus will mourn for you.

If underground rap royalty is what I'm meant to be
I aspire to be the royalty of the underground rap genre.

Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me
I will be the best of the best, and you can't compare to me.

We the ones, we the winners, we the champions
We are victorious, and we are winners.

Champagne at the end of our campaign
We celebrate our success with champagne at the end of our journey.

Spit fire, naked truth like the blue flame
I speak the truth boldly and fiercely, like the blue flame.

Let me see your hands up if you do the same
If you speak the truth boldly and fiercely, I want to see your hands in the air.

Caught the plug and we bolt like Usain
We move fast and quickly like Usain Bolt when we catch hold of opportunities.

More money, more power, more butane
We accumulate more wealth, more authority, and burn brighter- like more butane.

Burn the motherfucker down, down
We will destroy everything standing in our way.

Yo, I'm a Grinch with a grin, I will shit on your kids
I'm callous and merciless, I will cause harm even to those who are innocent, like children.

Get a life, get a grip, get a hold on my dick, bitch, make a wish
I refuse to be taken advantage of so 'get a life', stop worrying about me and focus on your self-improvement. I'm emphasizing the idea of empowerment by saying 'grab a hold of my dick, bitch', which means to take control of your own life.

I'm a knife, I'm nothing-that's-nicer-than-getting-sliced-up
I'm sharp and dangerous, but that doesn't make me any less desirable, as some people enjoy danger.

The switch, the machete, the feti Yeti, the shyster
I have many weapons and tactics to combat those who oppose me.

Icer, getting-closer-to-Christ ya
I'm unpredictable when it comes to confrontation, and I won't hesitate when I come back to judge your sins.

Might just find that the design of your life is an angel hair short of divine love
You may realize that your life's design is incomplete; something -- a piece of angel hair -- that you need to achieve divine love is missing.

I stink, I just stuck up a truck that said Brinks
I committed robbery and stole money from a Brinks truck, now I stink because people are on my trail.

I'm a Sphinx, snorted so much that my nose just broke off, think
I indulged in excess, and now my nose is breaking off- like the nose of the Sphinx in Egypt.

I'm alone again, clutching a loaded Glock soaked in chromium
I am alone and in possession of a Glock pistol drenched in the metal chromium.

Hoping that the thought police just don't bust in my home again
I'm hoping that the 'thought police' don't barge into my home again.

Life is tough, you'll get snuffed in the buff
Life is tough, and you'll never see the end coming.

So dystopian, ruff ruff, hear the call of the copper mutts on the hunt
So cruel and dark. Like a dog's bark, the police are on the hunt for me.

What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become
What is this? This isn't what my mother said I'd become.

Star-spangler wranglers got my hopes on the run
Stars and stripes bring me hope even when my future looks bleak.

Getting closer now, maybe our society's supposed to drown
Our society is on the verge of collapse, and it's only a matter of time before it succumbs to chaos.

Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going down
I will rebel in the face of death, and not go down without a fight.